Herbert Nehrlich

Rookie (04 October 1943 / Germany)

The Perfumed Donkey - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

A donkey stood inside his box,
and, looking down saw four white socks.
As just that day the donkey's teacher
had said that socks ain't donkey features.

So he went out to find a cure
in knee-deep liquid cow manure.
He first went to, and then went fro
and soon he looked, behold and lo,

like other donkeys, yet his feet
no longer were so clean and neat.
There also was that funny smell,
not liked by others, he could tell.

So off he went to get advice
straight from the wisest of the guys,
which was the oldest of the lions
and if you look beyond the science

and see just basic lion drives
you could be one who soon arrives
at what a wise but hungry beast,
one who was asked, to say the least,

to solve a problem that had started
when, due to socks, he had departed
the safety of his cozy barn.
I'm telling you, this is no yarn.

Well, back now to the lion's den
the females set the table then.
The father of the clan now burped,
it's when the appetite was curbed

too long out in the desert sun.
And they had not had one good run
of antelopes and wildebeest,
so this was great, a donkey feast

had wandered in right from the town.
Yet, suddenly, a mammoth frown
did occupy the old one's features,
he sniffed and shouted 'Of all creatures

this donkey causes instant running
of tearducts, phew, this smell is stunning.
My appetite has gone forever'.
The donkey who had thought he'd never

escape from this predicament,
turned right around and home he went.
Arrived back on the farm, one piece,
ignored the taunts of nasty geese,

sarcastic comments from his mates.
He never went through any gates
to leave the farm for any reason,
no matter what the current season.

He also took a lengthy dip
inside the shit, he'd never skip
that daily ritual which had kept him
alive when they would not accept him.

So for the rest of all his days
he stayed that way, would not erase
the odour that had fooled a king.
And, if you want to hear him sing,

like others do inside their showers,
turn west and listen, at all hours
a happy donkey sings his tune.
And, with approval, smiles the moon.

Comments about The Perfumed Donkey by Herbert Nehrlich

  • (1/19/2009 5:01:00 PM)

    H.x You take me all over the place as usual.... love your creative mind and wonder where you really go to make this donkey and your other menagerie of animals
    dance so humourously across this page... well done on a poem that is not only clever craft but makes the reader laugh 'my socks off' over every situation encountered till the last line.. I also am too scared to ask if this is the same donkey that also fell down the hole and finally climbed his way out.... aroha Dxx
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  • (4/25/2006 2:34:00 AM)

    I have to admit, this is one funny poem. I love the donkey theme. Bravo on a work well written. (Report) Reply

  • (3/27/2006 3:59:00 AM)

    That's some imagination you've got there, Herbs! Ha ha ha! A great giggle. G. (Report) Reply

  • (5/30/2005 7:56:00 AM)

    My favorite of your postings today! ! Very cute. My daughter loves donkeys so she'll love this poem! I like your lighthearted poems very much! Sincerely, Mary (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 30, 2005

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