Herbert Nehrlich Poems

Two men, named Engelbert and Rolf
were playing early morning golf.
To keep their mind and skills awake
they soon decided on a break.
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A man whose birthday had just come
was given by his son (a bum)
a parrot with an attitude,
his language was considered rude.
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Just once before I die I would
so love to see a lot of smiling faces,
each morning when I board the city bus.
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It was his first, and smuggled in at that,
the Commies hadn't yet approved of things
that made the forces of free market grow.
Blue Jeans, they said were just a symbol,
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She saw he wasn't circumcised
and right at first it had surprised
her bourgeois and searching brain.
'So did they.... did it cause you pain? '
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There are words in my head
in my limbs and my ears
there are some for the dead
and for those who can hear.
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Take this kiss and praise your God,
he was there and gave the nod
to this union all for life
he appointed you my wife.
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The farmer wiped, flick of the hand
the perspiration off his weathered face.
The day was done and thanks to God
there'd be the itchy task of throwing fragrant hay
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A fellow, sick with diarrhoea
was ruler over North Korea.
One hand was wiping his pale ass
the other held the phone, his brass
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On Old Olympic Mountain Tops
two Germans sat and chewed some hops.
They had no barrels and no tools
and didn't know that they were fools.
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