Herbert Nehrlich Poems

They met, thirty-one, all men
at 'Joe's' who still served beer.
And after hats and coats were off
they chuggelugged 'Hello'.
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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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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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Each night I fall asleep,
it is the true intent
to pull the sheets
up to my chin
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She had been diagnosed
and sent away,
the colony they said
would be a home,
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Would you do me up dear, please?
Pull a little harder, they still growin'
Funny you should say this, they are not,
lard accumulates beneath a woman's skin
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They bought themselves a giant bed
which had a foot end and a head.
A doonah soft as vulvar velvet
bookcase in case you want to shelve it...
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Doctor, doctor, how do you do?
Come and meet Skippy, the gray kangaroo.
Skippy and Joey, the one in the pouch,
Joey fell out and she now has an ouch.
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