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Best Poems From
HERBERT NEHRLICH
(04 October 1943)
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The Final Drink
And on the table stands a glass
he could not raise his arm to reach
then God had called for him to pass
his cheek, the colour of a peach
had trembled, covering acrylic
his nose, now pinched and with a sound
that was both frightful and idyllic
his life now fading, losing ground.
The glass still stands there, to this day
she wipes there, weekly, for the dust.
It is engraved, reads 'Love You, Ray',
he was a man of drink and lust.
The Jack has turned to caramel
perhaps she would when it was time
and God would ring for her the bell
just take the glass on her last climb
when they would re-unite in Hell.
Herbert Nehrlich
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The First Snowman
Humpty Dumpty went to the Mall
tripped over Santa, had a big fall.
All of the reindeer and Mrs. Claus
dragged Humpty Dumpty into his house.
Doctor came running, gave him a pill
made him feel funny, even more ill.
One of the reindeer lowered his head
licked Humpty's earlobes, thought he was dead.
Humpty was turning, chalky white blue
Doctor raised eyebrows, what should he do?
Rudolph prepared for - resuscitation
smacked his big lips in - anticipation.
Rolled Humpty over, onto his back
started his rescue with a big smack.
Blew in saliva and some stale air
people were hushed now, Rudolph did care!
Can you imagine, kissing like that
reindeer saliva tastes like dead rat.
Humpty was stirring, first like a mouse
then like a reindeer, leaving his house.
Last seen devouring all the fresh snow
under the eyes of Northern Star glow.
Never succeeded, still had the taste
snow made him grow though, big at the waist.
Rudolph had followed, saw the malheur
grabbed Mister Dumpty, saying, 'dear Sir,
you will come back now, thanks just for me
as the world's snowman, forever free.'
Thus we have snowmen, giving us joy
looking so handsome, like a big toy.
Although, like Humpty, death comes too soon
shattering, melting, watched by the moon.
Herbert Nehrlich
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The Fix
In the Easternmost city New York
lived a man who had hired a stork.
He was keen for a girl
and he gave it a whirl
but the lady was wearing a cork.
So he went without further ado
to the kitchen to get a corkscrew.
He took out the big plug
pinned her down on the rug
soon the stork came to town, it is true.
Herbert Nehrlich
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The Fool From School
It now is time.
I'll have to tell the world.
And never did I ever
mean to do this.
Regardless of,
what peers today
require,
I will come out.
The girl I love is
no one you would know.
She is the sweetest,
loveliest of all.
She walks around
as if the world could
well ignore her.
I am afraid,
I tell you with
reluctance,
that someone bigger,
better, smarter comes along.
And takes her on his horse
to distant fields,
she would forget
her home,
and me the
fool from school.
What do you think?
She loves me and
I love her.
Would all this count enough
to seal
our pact forever?
Herbert Nehrlich
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