Herbert Nehrlich Poems

A wombat rested in the shade
a breeze rose off the Murray,
he sipped some Mango Lemonade
and was not in a hurry.
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He suffered from a phlebolith,
a rather nasty fusion,
a gray and stringy, foamy pith
it caused a great delusion.
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It purred, a kitten's sound.
Though frayed, there was no ground,
to link it to the Mother Earth
the oscillations soon gave birth
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He paced inside the cage, from side to side,
hot eyes, two burning coals and well alight,
they were not needed here, as darkness was his guide
there was a force in him, it taunted him each night.
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The Podiatrist Oliver Frist
knew Psychiatrist Frederick Liszt,
when they met at the Pub
in their favourite Club,
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The lady was hysterical.
Two dogs on bloody
sleeveless arms.
Both looked near death.
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How clumsy I had been.
For me, the strapping athlete,
to fall inside the supermarket.
Feet up, right near the cucumbers
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And not a single blueberry
was left among the leaves,
the more he searched the place
the louder was the sound of
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Is filth the same as trash?
Asked little Speedy Zales.
No, trash is what you mash
filth has its own morales.
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The hall was crowded,
a hum transcended
blue collar whiff
and music drifting in
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