Herbert Nehrlich Poems

Oh God, it is hard to be humble,
I am Aryan and have all it takes
and if most of your subjects just stumble
that would make them abominous fakes.
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Purple heather
by the old mill,
the waterwheel
turning impatiently,
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Young Archie's problem was the size
of his gigantic nose,
the midwife did not realise
that even one of those
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'It's your cholesterol', the specialist said wisely,
'we humans cannot eat fat meat and all those eggs,
so many heart attacks and strokes are caused precisely
by modern fatty foods, yes sir! ' - I was perplexed.
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There once was a fruitcake named Onk
who sat in the loo at St. Bonk.
Where she farted and shat
on the bishop's own mat
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A mirror hung upon a wall.
A man, quite handsome, also tall
stepped up to look inside the glass
and gave himself the nod, the pass.
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And once upon another time,
when all the animals had
settled their minor
disagreements over
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I wake up in the morning in a stuffy room
and slowly struggle out of bed.
As my foot steps on a long forgotten broom
and my shaky fingers light a cigarette.
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Just prior to the final big exams,
while waiting for the classroom doors to open,
I glanced toward the library and saw
a trim, attractive female, shyly posing.
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To write a poem
without preparation,
without really thinking
about it.
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