Herbert Nehrlich Poems

In the sweet month of April when the clover turns green
and the fox and the wolf go a-hunting again,
is the life of the hare not worth MUCH, is it then
and the mouse and its cousins are now rarely seen.
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I love that hat, it gives some shade
to mammaries on this cute maid.
The melbourne Cup is once a year,
most visitors drink wine and beer.
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In Mississippi, on a bus.
It was the heat of summer.
A white man stood, began to cuss,
he said: 'This is a bummer.'
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And I agree, which makes a we
who stand with heads held high,
to those who'd make the poets flee
because of choice in words, do try
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There once was a girl with ambition
who embarked on a difficult mission,
she was crooked and dumb
and as strange as they come
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God has created
a masterpiece, the human,
to be cremated.
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He was the first to climb inside,
a trap door just beneath the tail,
only skinny warriors apply,
though all, even the fat ones
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All birds and bees
and things with wings
drift in the breeze
as Nature sings.
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The swordfish swam
straight toward the dam.
In thick plankton got caught
he had never quite thought
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Are you, please pardon my audacity, I ask
a serviceman who keeps the nation safe from foes?
I offer you a nip or two, come closer, from my flask,
so tell me how it is where war's tornado blows.
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