Herbert Nehrlich Poems

A dugong, native to our coast
looks like a whale crossed with a ghost.
Once an old man who fished the bay
was carried off and far away.
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They had it all arranged, or so they thought.
Booked a motel, left word of where it was
this conference of minds, so overwrought.
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Today I AM so full of spunk
that I would like to share:
there's something on a woman's trunk
that wasn't always there.
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He was known as the local Brownbagger,
in his belt he had hidden a dagger.
As an industry rep
bribing was a small step
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They say the desert dog will learn
from his arch enemy the mighty lion.
It seems to me that where those cities burn
there must be mothers left in sadness, crying.
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Early hours, at the square,
comes the ox-drawn wagon, loudly.
The condemned, his head shaved bare,
with his priest and bible, proudly.
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The day was triste,
gray clouds adrift
like bags of crumpled rags,
and through the wipers came
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From geezers down to pimply teens
a few do fancy proper beans.
Though education is much needed
authorities have just conceded
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For those of you without a clue
about the dangers of the flu
I say before you get your shot
you'd better say 'I'd rather not',
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