Herbert Nehrlich Poems

Just wait, my love
all flowers will
soon go to sleep
inside their beds.
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The golden glow
of just ripe wheat
was background,
music with a beat
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We held our hands
just you and me.
And gave our vows.
No kidding.
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'Size matters', the midwife said,
he weighed two pounds or less,
about the size of a big chunk
of butter freshly churned that day.
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In a home for battered ones,
run by aseptic looking nuns
rings the wall-mount telephone
hubby wants to pick a bone.
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Stood a turkey in the rain
dreaming of his home in Spain.
Where he would not have to face
vermin from the Banty race.
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Alabama is the birthplace of Mercedes,
it is the M class that will be the fruit of loom
And Kellogg's Cornflakes and the hot dog full of nitrates,
and aspartame from Montesano, that is us.
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Equipped with my own, well-trained Schnauzer
and one of gunsmiths' best, a Mauser
I stepped into the hornets' nest
had thought aggression would be best.
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There lives inside my cuckoo clock
a feisty cuckoo named Tic-toc.
We bought the wooden enchilada
when coming from the autostrada
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He used to drive us crazy,
incessantly he would
spit out those dull clichés,
calling them, for lack of
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