Herbert Nehrlich

Rookie (04 October 1943 / Germany)

Fate * - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

There once lived an olive green frog
in the back of a half-rotten log.
He was killed in his sleep
well, the log wasn't deep
and the killer was simply a hog.

As for truffles the hog searched in vain
it was clearer than glass and quite plain,
in his terrible mood
he came wholly unglued
but he later was hit by a train.

Thus the hog and the frog bought the farm,
it was sad that there was no alarm,
though the frog owned a clock
which went tick and then tock
'till the sun was well past the yardarm.

But one night there was Ezel the lizard,
he was known in the woods as a wizard.
Called to fix for the frog
his small clock in the log
a small spring disappeared in his gizzard.

Since no parts were on hand for the clock
they marked North and then South on a rock.
It would show them the time
(the idea was sublime)
'till the clock parts again were in stock.

But, the sun let them down and slept in.
(It is said she is partial to Gin) ,
thus two critters lost big
through no fault of the pig
but the lizard's huge overbite chin.

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Comments about Fate * by Herbert Nehrlich

  • Callie Carroll (9/27/2008 12:19:00 AM)

    Of your 3319 poems, how would you rate this one? (I won't.) What was the inspiration? Was it worth your time (and mine?) You are quite skilled, I know. I was once, on this site, advised to quit using parentheses, but I can't seem to do it. I apologize. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 23, 2008

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