Herbert Nehrlich Poems

A rabbit is a furry thing
its fluffiness is magic,
a rabbit cannot speak or sing,
but is a coprophagic.
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First cut is from the top
slice down the sternum
add side excursions
just above the breasts
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I sat, against the root of a dishevelled casuarina,
the storm had been too violent for its tender face
a horde of hungry crabs and shiny Fiji beetles
have made a gala dinner of the saprophytes,
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In vino veritas said Bacchus with a smile,
there is no truth that comes from fork-ed human tongue.
Without the essence of my grapes of utter joy
how many mustang thieves would they today have hung,
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What then you ask, might be a family
is it a bunch of people thrown together?
Or is it God's own plan up in his gallery
creating birds that share a common feather?
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The desert sand had covered most
of Ali's scrawny body,
his camel, down and bellowing
the sandstorm was ferocious.
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She carried on a bamboo pole
two pots to the old water hole.
One pot was cracked, it leaked a bit
the peasant though was very fit.
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Bye, bye, oh my, to freaks like fry
I may be gone tomorrow,
I hear the great communal sigh
which signifies such sorrow,
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Raynette did ask about the stuff
it's called CHOLESTEROL,
we seldom really get enough
all else is hyperbole.
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Napoleon did start the fad
it was because he never had
enough to spend for soldier food
to keep them in the proper mood.
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