Herbert Nehrlich Poems

.....and why, my sweet do I not miss you,
why do I feel no pain sensation?
There is no mad urge to possess you,
I do not need you for salvation.
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There's talk again
of a republic, Jeeesus.
A lad named Turnbull,
rich and so recalcitrant
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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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He was a stickler,
and spent his day in search of
her little tickler.
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Joe is no plumber,
nor a flutist or drummer.
'Twas a clever plan.
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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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After drinking a bottle of wine
while conversing with Englebert Klein,
Miss Fellaziobelle slurred
a most out of place word
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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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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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