Herbert Nehrlich

Rookie (04 October 1943 / Germany)

The Pleasures Of Kindred Spirits - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

A dog finds always a good reason
to scratch with pleasure, during season.
All other times he sharpens claws
and licks the daylight off his paws.
If there is time between those pleasures
he concentrates on other treasures.
We fellows, too, (if we could bend)
would lick or fondle our small friend.

Lest you did miss the real meaning
let me point out that, after weaning,
worldwide each precious little boy
is fascinated by his toy.
The one that God placed with great care
into the crotch for boys to wear.
We differ from the dog in gait
but for good reason call him mate.

Comments about The Pleasures Of Kindred Spirits by Herbert Nehrlich

  • (3/23/2007 12:08:00 PM)

    Excellent piece, made me laugh hugely... and oh yes, that one thing men have in common, their love of their, er, manhood. The devil makes work for idle hands (and tongues) as they say! :) Fab H. t x (Report)Reply

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  • (3/22/2007 7:17:00 AM)

    Yes, my Rottweiler was nuzzlin away at his package in the pub last week. My mate said, he wished he could do that. I said, 'Give him a biscuit. He might let you? ' (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 22, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, February 5, 2011

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