Herbert Nehrlich Poems

He slipped in when I opened
the outer screen door, to let
a bit of that balmy Spring air,
laden with pollen and bits
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And God so loved his only son
that, as the minister was saying,
a young lad stood up, unafraid
and shouted, 'if God had really, truly loved
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I once knew a wuckfit named Boomann
who was dumber than bugers of Truman
he had someone write words
and went back to his turds
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A prickly and wise Huckleberry
likes his Scotch so much better than Sherry.
He is still full of tricks
at a young seventy-six
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Was it the devil resting on
my rubber booted foot?
He drank for an eternity,
his mane reminding me
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She knew today would be the day.
Much hope had been her sole companion,
the whispering of agile things
in starched white blouses, earnest hats,
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Hilarious insults are so rare
in my hometown, where genes are pure
the word is out that we don't share
nor want an everlasting cure
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So today is Australia Day!
Lucky country it is, you don't say.
Though of stunning good looks
it is governed by crooks,
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Talking is copper
silence is gold.
Tell me a whopper,
do as you're told.
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By chance they'd been awarded the top flat.
The view was quite stupendous, they agreed,
the drawback was the orange Persian cat
which climbed the balcony and always peed.
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