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Best Poems From
HERBERT NEHRLICH
(04 October 1943)
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Primary School
Two boys of the primary school,
thought it would be exceedingly cool,
if they'd take a big leak
at the end of the week
but their Dad said no 'P' in the ool.
So they aimed for the very top rafter
but the peeing then triggered much laughter.
Very soon it was plain
that much yellowish rain
soaked their clothes and their bodies therafter.
Came the janitor whom they called Master,
and his face looked like fresh alabaster,
'What's the raindrops in here,
they resembles good beer',
well the man was a walking disaster.
Just a snippet from long ago days
we had tricks up our sleeves and our ways,
on some Saturday nights
we hung, glued to the lights
and watched girls in the bath through the haze.
You must picture this, agile we were,
on a ladder or trellis, yes Sir.
Little Gina would moon
like a female Neptun
though the details were sometimes a blur.
Herbert Nehrlich
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Rabbit Homecoming
It was early in the morning,
the forest never had seen
so much and such yellow fog.
The little rabbit had arrived,
back in familiar territory
after the wildest chase
through phallus grass, across
an unfriendly, frigid creek
all to get away from one mean fox.
Three-legged he had been,
but faster than a speeding bullet,
as rabbits are fond of saying,
almost, it came that close.
But now he felt free again,
breathed so much easier and rested.
One more real road to cross
and he would be home with
the gang of seven, though,
there would be trouble from Dad,
he hadn't been allowed to wander
and explore, that would come later
Mom had said. In Spring perhaps.
He shuddered, thinking of the old Hare,
he would give almost anything,
so he told his God about it, please
if you would be so kind, do spare me
that awful punishment, I am prepared
to sacrifice whatever it may take.
And God did listen as he always does.
A jogger could be heard, then seen,
hugging the garden fences, he was huffing,
so little rabbit -to avoid him- hit the street
and crossed with anxious little legs
and half-closed eyes. There was a BANG,
and all his troubles had been solved,
the driver swore about the dented Skoda
while rhythmically, the runner made his way
toward the town, but was too tired now to look.
Herbert Nehrlich
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Read-It, Read-It, Read-It.....
Said the good-natured mouse
who was sharing a house
which was really a log
with a goose-shit-green frog:
You keep bringing me books
about farming and chooks
it is thoughtful of you
if only you knew
that I plum don't recall
what to do with them all.
Take this book, do I need it? '
Frog answered 'read-it'.
Herbert Nehrlich
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Retiring Early
A man who did retire early
each night, and was a rather burly
well-fed and stocky specimen,
would always have lights out at ten.
One evening, it was in May,
the month when younger folk will play,
he somehow failed, did not remember
woke up next day, it was November.
This shows the act of breaking habits
should really be left to rabbits.
You see, a rabbit either sleeps
or checks the basement, where it keeps
digested pellets for re-use,
but rabbits always (is this news?)
are in the mood to....well, to hop,
they'll do this easily, non-stop.
So, if a rabbit oversleeps,
he's done his homework, heaps and heaps,
it matters little, but for man
he's got to do it while he can.
Herbert Nehrlich
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