Herbert Nehrlich Poems

There once was a fellow named Putin
who was highly deficient in Rutin.
quite unable to eat
that disgusting buckwheat,
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I met a frog the other night
he asked if could spare some time,
it seemed that I, a human, might
be able to reverse a crime.
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The butcher drove his ancient truck
out to the farm to make a buck.
The farmer had raised twenty steers
was with the mortgage in arrears.
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The priest wanted her to undress
but she said, I will do so unless
you have sinister plans
for my pots and my pans,
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Schon ist mein Blick am Hügel, dem besonnten,
dem Wege, den ich kaum begann, voran.
So faßt uns das, was wir nicht fassen konnten,
voller Erscheinung, aus der Ferne an —
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There once was a young, male recruit,
he was smart rather tall, also cute.
At the first interview
he was told: 'It is true,
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I thought it quite exciting
that you would say you're not
a poet; words are biting,
the kettle calls the pot.....
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The mechanic was sad, and depressed
he went straight to his priest and confessed,
so the priest said 'tis fine
I will open some wine
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They were tiny, these bubbles,
he'd called them infinitesimal,
though just to show some class,
soap tends to move with grace,
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Two boys of the primary school,
thought it would be exceedingly cool,
if they'd take a big leak
at the end of the week
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