Herbert Nehrlich Poems

Sometimes, it is the flutter
of Southern Hornets who
recalcitrant and ill-tempered,
sneak into sacred territory
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If cellulite adorns your butt
go get yourself a coconut.
If swollen is your thyroid gland
have oil of coconut on hand.
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And on that day before Easter,
the angel came down from Heaven,
looked at the people of the small town
and decided that only one strategy
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The mist was thick and hung
a giant lacy drape across the meadow,
a lonely bee, to young to have yet stung,
resting to see about the famous shadow
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The Grisvolds settled on the coast,
they were rambunctious, more than most.
The ocean played all day and night
with waves of foam in God's own light.
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Once there was a little bitty,
Persian cat named Nittigritty,
did not hunt for mice or rats
yawned when faced with flying bats,
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A big white wolf named Rolf
whose name was Joe- Adolf.
Was seen inside the city
which was, to some a pity.
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She meant to write it down,
that vivid dream, so strange
but pleasant, warm and weird.
But then it slipped away
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There once was a stuffy old man
these old geezers do think that they can
spread nasty old rumours
just like rotting black tumours
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She ran across the plaza, nearly flying.
He was alive, though barely, badly swaying.
Presumed deceased, their group of just fifteen
had made their way out of the steaming jungle.
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