Herbert Nehrlich

Rookie (04 October 1943 / Germany)

Mistake - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

A boy, whose mother liked to whip
his hide whenever he gave lip,
hid in the box designed for bread
and in the morning he was dead.


Comments about Mistake by Herbert Nehrlich

  • (5/15/2006 7:14:00 AM)


    Now you've got two of us telling you to get a book out, Herbsy! ! So what are you waiting for? : -)

    Smiling your way,
    Gina.
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  • (5/15/2006 7:06:00 AM)


    I second Susan's comment! I love your poems about children. Your twisted humor makes it so fun for the parents too! Not sure how funny I think this is (or just sad) . But, either way, great work. Sincerely, Mary (Report) Reply

  • (5/15/2006 7:04:00 AM)


    ha, funny H. you should put together a bitterly clever children's book.
    seriously, Sus.
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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 15, 2006

Poem Edited: Monday, July 26, 2010


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