Herbert Nehrlich Poems

There once was a student named Chase.
He could never diminish his pace.
As an athlete he aimed
to be winning, not framed
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I wasn't home that stormy night
the fragrance of pink Frangipani had
forever captured me, that bittersweet
magician of soft velvet, alight
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He took it all,
well packed
and planned.
The talents and
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So, watch this space
there will be more,
and, just in case
others adore
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If I were chicken I would blame it on the hormones.
The androgens and company, and the testosterones.
A freshly, not quite baked but budding poet,
head swelled with accolades, and did he know it!
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Dandelion Greens.
Someone had placed
a bit of it under my pillow.
Only the gods do know
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God blends, amends
and likes it when our sense
which quite occasionally depends
on odds and ends
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A hairy, freckled, frilly lizard
was, underneath it all, a wizard.
He lived inside my monitor
don't ask me what he lived there for.
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Are the cookies like rookies
or what is the reason
they inhabit my drive
and come out in the season
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She wore her pink dress 'cause it fits.
then the sirens announced the big Blitz.
On the way to the cellar
she ran into a feller
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