Herbert Nehrlich Poems

A poem presenting with rhyme
and which follows a rhythm in time
need not be what we call
a true Limerick at all
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May I give you this rose
to reward your raw beauty,
and may I come close?
I would make it my duty
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Oh women, you apples on trees!
Only courted by honey bees
The best of you are at the top
few men have the guts to climb up.
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Lay the cards on the table
all you poets unable
to create a good rhyme.
It is surely no crime
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It has been fun,
she says at last.
Pure shock spreads
quickly 'cross her face,
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Her name was Camellia Sinensis,
she lived inside a modest hut
in Eastern India, the Darjiling.
Once a great hunting ground
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She stood at the end of the noisy street
and the motorcars rumbled on by
she was here for one purpose and that was to meet
the old man who would help her to die.
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She'd called him Spiderman.
He was, that much is true, a spider.
He did delight in catching flies
in home-made nets, he also ate
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The little girl
stood in
the meadow.
She had been
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'Night, Mama, love you, ' 'I do too.'
I wake, some noise has just disturbed
my slumber, even Teddy
my bear and faithful friend at night
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