Herbert Nehrlich Poems

S lice cabbage with a sharpened blade
A nd keep the crock well in the shade,
U nless you hurry and use salt
E ach microbe soon comes to a halt
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This story is, I swear it, true,
my books were slightly overdue
and as I stood there at the portal
I sensed the aura of immortal
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Souls leave the body in one minute
they do not like to stay within it.
Two flies were sitting on the chest
of a deceased, on the blue vest
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The nicest thing that can be said about an Onk
is that there could be hiding in the shade a real donk.
But what we know about this freak who's ventured back
she should be strung upon the people's torture rack.
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Professor Z., a brilliant teacher,
was in my school the oldest feature.
He told me early in the game
to not forget a patient's name.
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Colchita who had married young
lost hubby (though he was not hung) .
He had, defying all the laws
absconded with a thousand bras
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It's a true believer who grapples
with the nakedness of the banana,
and the fruitiness of those apples
who on occasion wear little bandanas.
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He was not born a smart or gifted boy
yet enfamil instilled in him a drive,
they switched him later to the milk of soy
and watched the nastiness of greed arrive.
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A mirror hung there on the wall.
I watched it close its eyes and fall.
Your pen and how it does its writing
is in its elegance exciting.
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Outside the village, near the road
sat two. One gray, one purple toad.
Said one, your skin is full of warts
and you wear spotted undershorts!
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