Herbert Nehrlich Poems

A lion, male and fully fed
was resting in a tractor shed.
He had misplaced his hat of straw
and did not like his skin too raw,
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Flesh-eating animals
don't get fat.
They would not be able
to hunt.
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At Stratford the poets were meeting,
there was laughter and (doubtless) some bleating.
Though bad tongues did confess
that some stripped off their dress
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Some forty years have quickly passed
since I, of younger years and mind,
set foot in Galveston at last
from uni pressures to unwind.
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What a beautiful baby he was,
born with a healthy sucking reflex,
noisy at night, winking Benny Hill-like
during the day, making friends and fans,
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All poetry, says Greenwolfe must
be rhyming lest it's bound to bust
from deep within its heart of prose
non-rhyming stuff is on the nose!
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My darling dear across the seas
Would there were an inland breeze
To carry quickly to your side
Myself, a short time to abide.
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There once was a blueberry pie,
it would make many little kids cry.
But it wasn't the fruit
that was found in dispute
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There once was a fellow named Harris,
a comedian whose wife was called Clarice.
They performed on a stage
with old Rolf in a cage
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There is not now,
nor will there ever be
a greater love.
You make me smile,
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