Herbert Nehrlich Poems

Hit Title Date Added
491.
The Slotmachine

I wish I were a slotmachine
inside a fancy club
All chrome and colours to be seen
the pride of any pub.
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492.
Exsanguination

America, my promised land,
I see you in a puddle
of blood, you do not understand,
your people sit and huddle.
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493.
Escape From The Salad Bowl

When the little salad onion
saw the knife of stainless steel,
she forgot her crippling bunion
which would have to wait to heal
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494.
Eating Disorders

An anorexic fly was flying
around the kitchen, near the stove
he smelled the spuds that they were frying
so now and then he slowed and dove
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495.
Silly Season

It is the silly season.
How can you tell?
It is when rhyme or reason
are not too well.
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496.
Translation, Rilke Die Erblindende (Losing Her Sight)

She sat there, like the others, having tea,
it seemed she held her cup a different way,
not like the others, it was clear to see.
She smiled, it almost hurt, but once that day.
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497.
Two Black Nipples

I had a Nanny who was black
she loved to look at me and whack
the living daylights out of me
to set, she said my dark soul free.
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498.
The Vicar's Sterile Donkeys

A donkey who was eating grass
is called by local farmers ASS.
I took a fancy to a male
this poem will now tell the tale.
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499.
Duroc Pigs

In the seventies
we raised those durocs,
their colour brown
but otherwise the same.
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500.
Waterloo

Combine, assemble all, you bad men now
to do your dirty deeds, chop down the tallest poppies.
Your dreams of victory, you teach each other how
a mob of little fish, in principle kills bigger guppies,
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