Herbert Nehrlich Poems

Dungbeetle sat on a mountain of dung
Dungbeetle shat from the ladder's top rung.
Dungbeetle fell after slipping a bit
Dungbeetle drowned in a pile of pure shit.
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I changed my mind about a book
it's way too much in work.
And who'd appreciate the look
that others give a jerk.
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An eighteen-legged female spider
had fallen in a vat of cider.
She struggled with her puny legs
and lost, due to the fear, her eggs.
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The preacher stated 'I thee wed'
and took the bride straight to his bed.
The groom had been into the booze
thrown up into his Rockford shoes.
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The bombs are dropping still
so reminiscent of the dirty days
of powdered dust, so cocoa brown,
the city was surrounded by the coal
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A honeybee, (it was a she)
sat in the Frangipani tree.
She had been told to fly around
just seven metres off the ground
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She stretched her legs in the green grass
surrounded by fresh bovine gas
you know, they always chew their cud
and wander through the grass and mud.
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He was long retired,
sick of groping and drilling
inside the mouths
of fellow citizens.
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At the famous Cleveland Clinic
works a rather nasty cynic.
Name is Nissen, he is sure
that he's found the final cure
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His name was Rolf,
Rolfie for all the kids
who teased him, daily
while waiting for the yellow bus.
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