Herbert Nehrlich Poems

There once was a lady of means,
she was thrown out of New Orleans.
Had no money nor skills
and a need for green pills
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The postman rang,
not once but twice,
his Irish Twang
sounds pretty nice,
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I've always been a man who treasures black and white.
One either is still breating or one must be dead,
all cats are gray due to the colour of the darkest night
so black and white is king and that is what I said.
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May I be bold my love?
You said yourself
we ought to not hold back.
It came to me the other night,
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I felt you there,
my sweet,
and listened to your heart.
A hurried beat
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There once was a vermin named Herrmann,
his uncle was General Sherman.
Said the general 'well,
send these poets to hell
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Tom's buddy ran a secret lab,
made funny little pills.
The gift he had was of the gab:
'My uppers cure all ills.'
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She stretched her legs in the green grass
surrounded by fresh bovine gas
you know, they always chew their cud
and wander through the grass and mud.
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He was long retired,
sick of groping and drilling
inside the mouths
of fellow citizens.
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At the famous Cleveland Clinic
works a rather nasty cynic.
Name is Nissen, he is sure
that he's found the final cure
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