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Best Poems From
HERBERT NEHRLICH
(04 October 1943)
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Evergreen State
'No, little Johnny, raindrops are really just
the tears of sweet angels, who cry. Cry
because of sins that people commit,
and that is why, my smart and curious boy,
we get rain so often in Washington State'.
'Oh, so we have a lot of sinners here, then
and that is why it is called the Evergreen State? '
'Well, yes. I have lived here all my life,
all my friends live here and, as to being sinners,
I think it is more because of the tears, salty they are,
they bring down moisture and salt, my boy,
that, in the end, creates the salt of the earth,
and your grandpa is part of that. No sinner.
So, when the angels cry, you can watch the grass grow.'
'But grandpa, that means the more I sin the greener
and faster the grass grows, that feeds our cows,
makes more milk, steaks for the BBQ and, of course,
more salt of the earth. Right, old man, or not? '
'Smart boy you are, if I do say so myself. Smart.
So, how are you doing in school, behaving yourself? '
'Salt of the earth, grandpa, salt of the earth.'
Herbert Nehrlich
Read more: smart poems, school poems, rain poems, people poems, angel poems, friend poems
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First 2009 Limericks
There once was a fellow from Britain
who had never been stung or bitten.
While he swam in a creek
during Passover week
he saw HER and was instantly smitten.
There once was a bloke from Berlin.
Who would wear on all weekdays a grin.
When he prayed and confessed
it was Sundays (you guessed?)
he would cry over every sin.
She wore tights and high heels and Chanel,
walked the streets like the Aussie girl Elle.
When she flaunted her melons
she alerted all felons,
'twas like ringing the liberty bell.
Herbert Nehrlich
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Five November Limericks
A monk from the town of Toulouse
practiced witchcraft and penile abuse.
When he cast a big spell
on his little Fidel
it grew larger than both of his shoes.
She turned on the defogger/demister
when the fellow right next to her kissed her,
said she: Surely you jest
and let go of my breast,
just remember that I am your sister!
In the Birmingham city's old sewer
worked a smelly old fellow named Brewer.
When equality came
they did hire a dame
and he seized the occasion to screw her.
There was a young lady from Dover,
she grew acres and acres of clover.
Came an Aussie and saw
she was wearing no bra.
Said he: 'Jillaroo, I am your drover.'
A professor who taught at McGill
ate some witchetty grubs and fell ill.
Said the nurse: 'My dear man,
I will do what I can ',
and she rubbed his small grub for a thrill.
Herbert Nehrlich
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Flanders Field
They died a painful death in Flanders Field,
earth drenched in crimson blood, a soldier's dream,
he knew the very day his fate was sealed
'twas his final meal, of peaches and sweet cream.
Herbert Nehrlich
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