Herbert Nehrlich

Rookie (04 October 1943 / Germany)


Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

I'm in it!
The dog's been moved.
I took his place.
It's airy, noisy
cozy and it smells a bit.

It's just the thing
to find yourself in,
now and then.
Or longer.

You may NOT,
- it is possible -
be asked to come back out.

A dog defends
his territory
like his house.
Be careful therefore
and beware.

However, when you see
ME as a tenant,
you may ignore me.
It is not my home.

Lest the happy sounds of applause start ringing: I am currently Not in it.

For: L

Comments about Doghouse by Herbert Nehrlich

  • Herbert Nehrlich1 (11/30/2004 4:21:00 AM)

    That's a very interesting angle, AJS, only a mind like yours would think of that.Well as I stated I am not in the doghouse at present (unless it's with the State Patrol and their speed vans) , but I haven't seen any dog either.(Report)Reply

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  • Allan James Saywell (11/30/2004 3:39:00 AM)

    The dog must love you, they dont give up there home easily, dont overstay
    your welcome, it could become hard to get back inside The dog might want
    to take a step up in the world


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 30, 2004

Poem Edited: Tuesday, November 30, 2004