Herbert Nehrlich Poems

There once was a fellow from Britain
who had recently thought of and written
with a grain of defiance
a great book of true science
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When I woke up this morning, sweet,
I looked at empty space.
Your covers still were straight and neat,
your nightie flashed its lace.
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He had released a bit of gas
and felt a need to scratch his ass.
He was in public and he stank,
considered it a youthful prank.
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Quite ill and running a high fever
I found inside my box a beaver.
How did a beaver get inside
perhaps he was in need to hide.
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At eighty-four
she is not old.
Though she denies
some salient facts,
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There once was a Vicar named Groon
he was raised with a true silver spoon.
And at bedtime he'd take
for his haemorrhoids' sake
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My sweetest pie of berries,
If you, on this occasion,
take out my heart
(just help yourself) by
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The double helix, yes.
Talking genomes here,
genetic fiddling,
all are four letter words,
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There was
a time
where laws
of rhyme
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I'd eat the crumbs
that you have dropped
into the mud outside.
I'd have your sneakers
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