Herbert Nehrlich Poems

There once was a lady of means,
she was thrown out of New Orleans.
Had no money nor skills
and a need for green pills
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When Nathan asked 'why can't I lie',
his mother, who was baking pie
explained that following her lead
would get to Heaven him indeed.
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Inside the womb I dreamed.
And dreamed my way
into this world
of stark reality.
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It's half past nine now, getting lonely at the beach.
She must be taking special care in preparation
of all cosmetic signs that can be yet enhanced.
Though if she asked me, nothing need be done.
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There once was a fellow named Mark
he did harbour a streak that was dark.
In his strawberry pie
he discovered a fly
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Here's a puzzle in poetry prose
take an average pantyhose
if you wanted to hide
real critters inside
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And I suppose
a rose that's on the nose
could be
an unwashed pantyhose.
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He'd seen it coming
for so many months.
Things had not been
conducive to
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Da steht er nun, der Boesewicht
ein muedes Laecheln im Gesicht.
Er haelt das Schwert, holt aus zum Schwung...
In diesem Reich da stirbt man jung.
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She came into the room,
flaunting, she said, but then,
I do not know what it would be,
that she could use. She grunted,
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