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Best Poems From
HERBERT NEHRLICH
(04 October 1943)
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2993.
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We'll Miss You
In the back of the hearse
reciting fresh verse
I was sitting and watching him go
he had finally left
but to me it was theft
by some weird and disgusting old pro.
When I last ate his bread
he had said he'd be dead
by the time I would visit him soon,
well the gods took him in
and he went with a grin
and he'd always admired the moon.
So to act as if time
had averted all crime
I now sit at my house and lean back
go to hell and remain
do not tell me you're sane
and above all, I don't need your flack.
We'll unload you my dad
dump you into a sad
and disturbingly lonesome crevasse
let you die there without
your expected home crowd
no one saves your deceiving old ass.
As I looke from afar
at that rusty old car
I have doubts as to getting the loot
no one knew that this would
as all honest things should
but I privately gave not a hoot.
So I told my old Dad
that if only we had
all the tools to prolong his damn life,
we'd have slaved day and night
with that someone who might
save you if not in debt to your wife.
Herbert Nehrlich
Read more: car poems, sad poems, house poems, moon poems, home poems, time poems, night poems
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2994.
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Well, Ain't It True?
All skies are endless,
oceans deep
and we have promises to keep.
My beach umbrella
ain't for fools.
I say this fella sticks with pools.
Don't trust ye gods
they have been paid.
I don't need angels to get laid.
Herbert Nehrlich
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2995.
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Well, Hi There!
And sipping from his favourite wine
the sky now parted and a sign
fell down, its name was ominous
was it from a Miss Sourpuss?
Or was the matter a mistake
he slept while she was wide awake?
Her sunnies had the deepest tint
but he was sure he got the hint.
Of all the creatures, blessed be
the one who holds the purple key.
Herbert Nehrlich
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2996.
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Well, Well, Well......
He could be I must say quite a clown
But he'd bought me a 'dressing gown'
Tis from Harrods my dear
But they hadn't (I fear)
Your big size, so got you an eiderdown! !
There are poets and wonderful folks
some write poetry others crack jokes
In the end it's like legs
Or like chickens' small eggs
There's some what will like em - that's blokes! !
She was shopping and spending big money
which to her was amusing and funny
though the spouse at the house
was allowed a small grouse
when she'd bought a GOLD bowl for her bunny! !
There is silence at dawn just for you
clouds of gray with the promise of blue
may I kiss you my sweet
from your mouth to your feet
'Cos I've got nothing better to do.......
In the mist of the Cornish coast
she was up, eating blueberry toast.
Looking smashing at dawn
she was best in the morn',
that's the time of the day she loved most.
There was a young fellow named Rubes
who recycled old radio tubes.
He worked night and all day
and the reason, I say
is he wanted to make rubber boobs.
Note: These six Limericks wer created in a co-operative effort between
myself and a lovely poet from the cold shores of England who decided, at the last minute, to post her name as a co-author thusly:
F*&^5%%#
All comments must therefore be addressed to either myself or to
F*^5%%#.
Herbert Nehrlich
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