Herbert Nehrlich Poems

Hey, Lincoln Peggy,
remember Dinkytown?
You sat out in the courtyard
bandana and a frown.
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A big elephant sat in my sauerkraut soup
and a rainbow trout swam in my milk.
I got rid of the mammal in one single swoop
then got dressed in my Sunday School silk.
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You talk about those stoic stuffed auld goats
of times that boasted only lower classes,
in modern times, a free verse poet gloats
to me, they tend to talk straight from their asses.
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Up on the mountain's barren top it stands,
majestic in its height, weighed down by snow.
And dreams of distant cousins in those lands
where only wealth and hapless migrants go.
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It has been mentioned here, though just a hint....
(she filled this lover's ear, with peppermint) .
So to retaliate, a fragrant see
perhaps would fascinate her majesty.
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Gift of the gab now drives a cab.
Ladies with nets and boys with bets.
Stiff upper lip will pay no tip.
Starts writing near the end of shift,
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Do not, dear friends, use words like FUK
as they are now considered YUK,
be not the litter of the runt.
Who fell, headfirst and with a grunt,
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I'm riding on a choo-choo train
through valleys and through mountains
through fields of golden sugarcane,
conductor does the countin's.
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He rode a nervous Palomino through the gate,
tail bound, a braid, a silly flaxen coat of arms,
the sun was setting and he knew it would be late
but there was no one in the desert with his charms.
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I had this silly dream the other night
musta been due to local surplus casket wine,
I sat inside the luxury caboose,
left Central Station for the journey to the firs.
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