Herbert Nehrlich Poems

I'm looking forward with dismay
to this year's coming Father's Day.
You see, my son in USA
says Father's Day, there is no way
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There once was a fruitcake named Onk
who sat in the loo at St. Bonk.
Where she farted and shat
on the bishop's own mat
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A mirror hung upon a wall.
A man, quite handsome, also tall
stepped up to look inside the glass
and gave himself the nod, the pass.
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And once upon another time,
when all the animals had
settled their minor
disagreements over
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I wake up in the morning in a stuffy room
and slowly struggle out of bed.
As my foot steps on a long forgotten broom
and my shaky fingers light a cigarette.
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When one is down inside oneself
and has some hidden gray agendas,
when cobwebs of the inner mind
do not conceal the rancid secrets,
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Oh, what a dream!
You drooled all over me.
You couldn't get
enough.
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I do hate thee
and count the ways.
you hide inside
a toxic haze.
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And not a single hair was out of place.
A face so stern and utterly composed
majestically he walked the walk. His last.
Let no one say he let them have the pleasure
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If Tadpoles did not change their spots
to join the world of frogs,
if useless debris turns to clots
and jams internal cogs,
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