Herbert Nehrlich Poems

After drinking a bottle of wine
while conversing with Englebert Klein,
Miss Fellaziobelle slurred
a most out of place word
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He was a stickler,
and spent his day in search of
her little tickler.
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I have a thing about all smells,
always have had, I should say odours though,
so many memories will come,
from decades past, the trigger is a scent.
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Updrafts are currents of warm air that rise,
released by devils on request from friendly gods,
selective they will help all moths and flies
with humans though, the picture is quite odd.
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Once stung a wiener pig will scratch its burning skin,
dispersing venom through lymphatics to subdue
all pains and itching caused by one small stinger pin,
yet moving arms will give all bees another clue.
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It measured just below an inch
the member of the bird called finch.
A hippopotamus can bridge
the width of any average fridge.
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There once was a blueberry pie,
it would make many little kids cry.
But it wasn't the fruit
that was found in dispute
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It came to me
from
the silent shadows,
this word
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There ain't nuthin' more worse
than bad English 'n grammar,
it's when fools treat good verse
with a saber-toothed hammer.
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Lacking genetics, empty her head,
age bringing changes without any grace,
dinner for one and alone in her bed
lifting the flabbies, also the face.
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