Herbert Nehrlich Poems

Am Fenster sitzt ein grauer Spatz
beaeugt von einer alten Katz'.
Der Vogel frisst vom Napf Getreide,
fuellt damit seine Eingeweide.
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A fat and lazy pussycat
was eying, up a tree, a rat.
The pussycat had been neglected
since nasty flaws had been detected
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My conviction that,
for the first 10 years,
breast cancer deaths are
increased in women
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.....and why, my sweet do I not miss you,
why do I feel no pain sensation?
There is no mad urge to possess you,
I do not need you for salvation.
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There's talk again
of a republic, Jeeesus.
A lad named Turnbull,
rich and so recalcitrant
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Some guys do tell terrible lies.
And some lies can be offered with fries.
I can usually tell
when a mademoiselle
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A fly had ventured from his nest
and flew (of course) then came to rest
upon the tailbone of a horse.
And with considerable force
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Oh yes, the bloomin' birds,
while sitting, sorting fancy words
from alleycats and moths
inside a haze of gray, I say
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A rhino weighing just a ton,
a baby still, in many ways,
was thinking of a Marathon
and planning a four-minute pace.
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Each one of us thinks greatness has
without much open razzmatazz
been resident within our minds.
So when we sit on our behinds
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