Herbert Nehrlich Poems

The Podiatrist Oliver Frist
knew Psychiatrist Frederick Liszt,
when they met at the Pub
in their favourite Club,
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Ja, heute ist der Vatertag
da kann der Papa trinken,
die Mama die stoehnt oh und ach
nach Bier muss Papa stinken.
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What a beautiful baby he was,
born with a healthy sucking reflex,
noisy at night, winking Benny Hill-like
during the day, making friends and fans,
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All poetry, says Greenwolfe must
be rhyming lest it's bound to bust
from deep within its heart of prose
non-rhyming stuff is on the nose!
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My darling dear across the seas
Would there were an inland breeze
To carry quickly to your side
Myself, a short time to abide.
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Some forty years have quickly passed
since I, of younger years and mind,
set foot in Galveston at last
from uni pressures to unwind.
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She said to meet at noon,
under the shade of Moulin Rouge,
where he, the master had once stood,
though swaying, full of straight Pernod,
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There once was a fellow named Harris,
a comedian whose wife was called Clarice.
They performed on a stage
with old Rolf in a cage
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A lion, male and fully fed
was resting in a tractor shed.
He had misplaced his hat of straw
and did not like his skin too raw,
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Flesh-eating animals
don't get fat.
They would not be able
to hunt.
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