Herbert Nehrlich Poems

He coughed so hard
the linings of his lungs
peeled off and were propelled
through Valplast partials
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He walked into the conference,
confronted all too sudden by
the earnest decibels of intellect
and penguin-like tuxedos.
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Just think my friend, what does it mean
when no more flowers can be seen
the sight of flowers does surprise,
their beauty, gentle to the eyes
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Imagine, if you will, a stage.
And standing there, a wrinkled sage.
His name is Guy de Maupassant
long dead of course, yet - nonobstant -
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He had, in his ninety years
opened the cranky door
that let the horses out
and hay and fodder in,
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A town in England, name of York,
is where they hatched the famous Stork.
It's also where the silly rumour
(preposterous, devoid of humour) ,
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Is it something I said
or a fart in your head?
I am sure it is you
who can't live in a shoe.
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He's nothing like Hannibal
but so human an animal.
His poetry shows
that the blood within flows
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My belly aches for precious food
my androgens are in the mood,
one foot already in the grave
the other one acts rather brave.
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The Devil had gone down the stack
of the big ironworks in town
and in his haste he hurt his back
and counted souls when he touched down.
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