Herbert Nehrlich Poems

He went, at nine o'clock to bed
and in the morning was stone dead.
The doctor came to look and see
if they had thought of his big fee.
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Last night I had a funny dream:
While flying over mountains,
saw scenery I'd never seen
and desert towns with fountains.
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The devil wears a single sock
the other foot is nude
he lives beneath a mossy rock
and thinks he is a dude.
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They left him there.
And when the sun had gone
to sleep beyond horizon's border,
his movements ceased.
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Just received from a friend in old Leeds
a small book that's fulfilling some needs.
Not a bee in a bonnet
but a gaggle of sonnets.
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Good neighbour Lloyd did
suggest to write a poem
'bout defaecation.
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So, what is envy?
Is it the child of hatred,
or simply nothing?
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Is it doomed
through pestilence
and poverty?
Is there
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She pulled it out,
pain is emotion
rigid and stout
full of devotion.
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They say the best of tales
are never really told,
and that it never fails
that everyone gets old,
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