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Best Poems From
HERBERT NEHRLICH
(04 October 1943)
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French Cheese (Children)
In the cupboard, near the cheese,
sits a mouse, down on his knees.
Nibbles with much haste and pleasure
from the medium Cheddar treasure.
Unbeknownst to that small mouse,
Tomcat Tom lives in the house.
Whiskers homing in with skill,
almost ready for the kill.
BANG, the door flies open wide,
no place to go nowhere to hide.
Now the cat jumps on the mouse,
ripping her white cotton blouse.
Never mind, the end is near,
and I personally fear,
that the blouse will not be worn,
(even if it were not torn) .
Cat is happy now and dining
after a last second whining,
mice are eaten head to tail,
that way they're fresh and don't go stale.
Another matter is the cheese.
The mouse had begged the cat to, please
just let her finish her last meal.
But most cats look at mice that kneel
in front of cheddar with disdain.
So, pleas like that are made in vain,
as do frank bribes and tiny tears,
they fall on stoic feline ears.
The mouse has disappeared from life,
now Tomcat takes the cheddar knife
and cuts himself a hefty wedge,
consumes it, sitting on the edge.
His ancestors were Gallic cats,
those are the ones that chase big rats.
In France it is considered wise
to eat some cheese before you rise
from any meal, to make strong bones.
They serve it in cold pewter cones.
Thus Tom, to follow the tradition,
has two big helpings on this mission.
And, in the silence of the house
he wipes his lips with the torn blouse.
Herbert Nehrlich
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Ginkgo Biloba (Limerick)
The Indians of Manitoba
grew acres of Ginkgo Biloba.
but the squaws had a taste
made it into a paste
it was used to make warriors sober.
In the brain of an active redskin
lives right next to traditional sin
a big bundle of hoses
all the colour of roses
if they get their Biloba you win.
As this herb works by instant dilation
it bestows an euphoric sensation
and a mental perfusion
is no simple illusion
but an intellect titillation.
Herbert Nehrlich
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Goldilocks
Quite ill and running a high fever
I found inside my box a beaver.
How did a beaver get inside
perhaps he was in need to hide.
The reason that he did stay put
is that he could not raise his foot.
He'd eaten all my cheese and ham
and most of that big leg of lamb.
But when he was (with eating) finished
the lunchbox contents were diminished.
The fellow though had grown so huge
that neither will nor subterfuge
could get him out again to leave.
But next day it was Christmas eve.
As absentminded I can be
I placed a stick of celery
inside the box and then some sweets
my favourites are those Mince Pie Treats.
The beaver, barely now alive
saw all the Christmas sweets arrive.
He shared my taste for mince of course
and ate them all without remorse.
The mince expanded in his gut
he suffered now, from all this glut.
There came, you guessed it, a big bang
he flew, like an orang-utang.
And landed on my king size bed.
But in the morning he was dead.
I did recover from my fever
but not from visions of the beaver.
I have not used a bed or box
my name is Missy Goldilocks.
Herbert Nehrlich
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H 2 O
Her name was oxygen, short form O-2
she was just floating there, above the lake
when something thin and wearing just one shoe
by name of hydrogen, a common flake
came rushing up to meet that chubby thing
which had two legs to dance with, he had only one
but when he touched, the water made him dance and sing
while that chubby one was sitting on her bun.
Above the waves that day they did combine their souls
though it was necessary to recruit one more
so that their dance could then proceed on four whole soles
and they made history as chemistry's folklore.
Herbert Nehrlich
Read more: dance poems, history poems, water poems
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