Herbert Nehrlich Poems

There's talk again
of a republic, Jeeesus.
A lad named Turnbull,
rich and so recalcitrant
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Canada won't do.
I envisage the Twins.
Cities that is.
Leaves underfoot.
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It was near Cairns, out on the road.
A rather homely looking toad
was of a mind to find his mate.
'Twas raining heavily, and late.
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Just got finished (some help from a tutor)
hooking up to the net the computer,
somewhat clumsy of hand
though I did understand
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And top of the morning to you, Sir!
How this turd, wearing the Queen's rags
could justify the audacity.The nerve.
After the Royal horse farted (it was her) ,
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Late at night, he didn't look
a Tweed Heads man, a likely crook
climbed up the downpipe with his legs
and stole the poem about sex.
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I actually did brush my teeth,
only to return to a still warm bed,
she's attending that wedding,
so far away I could have,
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If you're nearing the big Nine-Oh
and you've got nothing major to show,
but the dentures of old
and two fillings of gold
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Would you tell me God, the answer to this puzzle in my mind,
I have pondered it for decades since my birth.
Will a cat devour a mouse if she is definitely blind,
will the rain find, in the dark, its way to earth?
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There was a letter in my Tuesday mail last week,
airmail and light, the stamp gave it away,
Herr Pastor wrote to say HELLO to all the meak,
and wish our special group a Happy Holy Day.
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