Herbert Nehrlich Poems

The rains are early, animals are happy.
Yet, don't they realise they're seeing tears of angels?
So much to cry about and, oh, so little joy,
those tears may wash away the dust of hatred.
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On the raft there was Huckleberry
on that day he was udderly merry.
As a bit of a pig
he was fond of the big
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There once was a fellow named D.
he had misunderstood little me.
Though his poems ain't bad
and he is a good lad
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Hear, hear about a deadly sin
it's known as common aspirin.
Each year four thousand children die
as misguided physicians try
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Oh Ernestine, oh Ernestine
do take a whole vanilla bean
and grind it up into fine dust
add to it nutmeg if you must.
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A mouse, grey-coated, cute and male
had eyed an elephant's long tail.
He had been horny for some time
and was prepared to risk the climb.
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Hazel or green,
I did not take
the time to ascertain
(admittedly these words
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She was leaning, you do get my drift?
And the meaning, it gave me a lift.
All she wore down there, nether
was a single blond feather
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All year I had behaved,
with not a friggin' hair
or sound of dissonance
in sight for those who looked.
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I have a little brown-eyed horse
it bites me from behind,
shows neither mercy nor remorse
I wish my horse were kind.
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