Herbert Nehrlich Poems

Out on the farm there lived a pig
he'd spend the day to root and dig.
A firecracker from the sky
came down on him on 4 July.
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Cool breezes herald the arrival
of neutral sanity among the folks
who pitter patter through the streets
relieved yet ever saddled with
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In search of crime and criminals
I muster my subliminals.
Write poems, simply, on the run
and wish I had a loaded gun.
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A fluffy-feathered bird, small,
to some a picture of
great loveliness
and rarest beauty
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I came to sort a couple things
expecting comfort as of right.
There's family, my sacred blood
surely they'll stand alongside me,
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In life there are, you know it, those
who'll pluck the most exquisite rose
in selfish greed and place it in
a vase, and, later, in the bin.
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Two lice were living on the belly
of a good-looking, though quite smelly
Afghani woman in the hills,
they did not have the bathroom frills
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In Europe, all the feathered friends
get ready when the summer ends
to fly themselves to Italy,
away from winter misery.
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I walked another endless mile
to spot at last, a crocodile.
Had heard from knowledgeable mates
and Publicans in hot debates
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There once was a sheila named Tara
on the day that she said 'Sayonara',
she was off on a trip
on a paddlesteam ship,
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