Herbert Nehrlich Limerick Poems

On the raft down the Mississippi
were the wife and her husband Hippie.
When they brought back the melons
from the striped, shackled felons
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I see myself in the Jacuzzi
but not with your average floozie.
As I like some pizzaz
I may yet ask Mahnaz
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There once lived a poet named George
near the Falls of Carnarvon Gorge.
He ran out of ideas
and to us it appears
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A recalcitrant poetry critic
who was harsh and a bit analytic
was the colour of custard
but the hot taste of mustard
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There once was a lonely banana
pretty ugly but otherwise sana.
Poet Allan came by
dressed it up on the sly
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My darling, I have a request.
Would you mind if I held you and pressed
both my lips and my face
to your secretive place
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There once was a man with no soul
in his life he saw only one goal.
He would stomp, screw and pound
others into the ground
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On the raft there was Huckleberry
on that day he was udderly merry.
As a bit of a pig
he was fond of the big
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To the people who visit this place
you ain't part of the same human race
my apologies to
the few normal ones who
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In the jungle the lion is king.
To placate him the birds all do sing.
But watch out for the leopard
and his guardian, the shepherd.
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From the top of Niagara Falls,
far away from the big city malls
jumped a tough-talking bird
soon her screams could be heard
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I was resting my bones and my mind
as my e-mails did get far behind,
when a message came through
and did come from you
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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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There once lived in sunny Tweed Heads
a great poet who had many pets
from a crow who could talk
to a wombat who'd walk
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I once dated an overweight girl.
She was cute and her first name was Shirl.
When we tried to make love
after push and much shove
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On the Vancouver Nainaimo Ferry
lounged in deck chairs Lamont and Sherrie.
It was late and the hour
for their afternoon shower
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He pushed and he strained and he struggled
and she wiggled and giggled and juggled
but they did not succeed
to take care of their need
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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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The Indians of Manitoba
grew acres of Ginkgo Biloba.
but the squaws had a taste
made it into a paste
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A girl by the name of Sonja
asked me 'do you have them on ya'
wants to see every poem
is just dying to know 'em
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There once was a copper named Drake,
he was searching the board for a snake
but the snake stuck around
and was thus never found.
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There was a boy from Baltimore
no peers did like his style
perhaps a haemorrhoidal sore
(they also call it pile)
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Have you heard the account of Lord Gritz
he was fond of all innocent tits
he had told his own spouse
that he'd open the blouse
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I wonder if poetesse Theo
is a Libra or even a Leo.
She will currently need
both to uplift indeed
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An aging, cantankerous Jew
thought the blood in his body was blue.
Said his Aryan friend
'it's most likely a blend,
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There once was a vermin named Herrmann,
his uncle was General Sherman.
Said the general 'well,
send these poets to hell
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He has grown, in the clinic, a beard
but the stubbles are rough and much feared
by the soft, peachy skin
of both cheeks and her chin,
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There once was a fellow named Putin
who was highly deficient in Rutin.
quite unable to eat
that disgusting buckwheat,
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There is little of time we receive
and it never will grant a reprieve.
If you take some, as such
now and then (but not much) ,
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The Podiatrist Oliver Frist
knew Psychiatrist Frederick Liszt,
when they met at the Pub
in their favourite Club,
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He was known as the local Brownbagger,
in his belt he had hidden a dagger.
As an industry rep
bribing was a small step
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Wicked weather had hit this small town,
and the mood of the people went down,
Then Stolichnaya flowed
pinkish cheek (y) bones glowed
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Der Vater der hatte oft Zorn,
und trug seine Nase stets vorn.
Doch den Blick in die Welt
tat in Beuernfeld
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Just got finished (some help from a tutor)
hooking up to the net the computer,
somewhat clumsy of hand
though I did understand
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After drinking a bottle of wine
while conversing with Englebert Klein,
Miss Fellaziobelle slurred
a most out of place word
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I have yet to lay eyes on a bum
without thoughts that include the word yum.
Though I hasten to add
it's a gender-linked fad
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She was lovely and lacking in warts,
wore no straps and no wire supports.
She could be a mirage
or angelic collage
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There once was Washington Porker,
where the climate is often a corker.
When he grilled his pork chops
someone called for the cops,
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Two days then he'll have his vacation
just a time of great consternation,
like two ships in the night
one be high as a kite
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When the angels shed tears it is raining.
When it thunders it's devils in training.
When you sit on the pot
(in a hurry or not) ,
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It's astonishing, sweet and uncanny
how the memories of my old nanny
are revived in this place
by that well-hiden face.
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As the Yanks conquer foreign soil
all the tension rise up to a boil.
Let democracy reign
in Andorra and Spain,
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I do Not for a moment think
that this site called p/h would now shrink.
It's the garbage man's role
to remove every soul
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In the winter of discontent
all the people were praying for Lent.
Then came razzamataz
snuffed the one they called Azz
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Fifty years she had lived with the geezer,
he was ninety and still an old teaser.
He kept saying his EX
wanted twice daily sex.
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Fifty cows grazing on the green grass,
when a young one, a Polled Herford lass
tried to let out a burp,
it was more of a slurp.
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It was Buford the Sheriff who said
if you're not in your house and in bed
you can carry a stick
to ward OFF every prick
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On the days that she wore a blond wig
she permitted herself just one cig.
Soon both dropped to the floor
and she shouted 'no more',
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There once was a man from Angora
who had eyes on our sweet Theodora,
she said foreigners will
never fight to the kill.
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A poet named Paul Apicella
while as prickly as Nelson Mandela
has politely declared
that his skill is impaired
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