Herbert Nehrlich Poems

It was just before dawn
when St. Nick did arrive
as he stifled a yawn
took a swig to revive
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I dreamed about my giant shoes
one morning when I had the blues
I put them on and laced them tight
soon I felt ready for a fight.
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They hung him at the crack of Dawn.
No big to-do, no time for folks to gather,
a rope was taken from the man's own saddle
and within minutes he was swaying in the breeze.
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Tonight the conversation is
let's say productive,
and somewhat lively,
all words are spoken
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'Twas early in the morning when I woke.
An eerie silence had so sneakily descended,
or was it the perception of a loss,
a novel emptiness, unknown to me 'til now?
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Wer eine Mutter hat die lacht
und selbst sich manche Freude macht,
die morgens aufsteht und erst gaehnt
und dann so nebenbei erwaehnt
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And it rained so much that Spring day
that all the angels did run out of tears.
Tom was a tiny little tomato plant,
a real runt, cute but with a hunchback,
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The coward always
hides underneath the bushes
with other vermin.
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A pelican sat by the pier
was waiting for some fish
he searched afar, he searched anear
and made a secret wish.
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We have a new clown in this town
whose ragged old nickers are brown
all the writing is limp
as if penned by a wimp
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