Herbert Nehrlich Poems

In the jungle the lion is king.
To placate him the birds all do sing.
But watch out for the leopard
and his guardian, the shepherd.
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As you're walkin' down the street
dreaming of a better day
please look down, close to your feet
floats a shadow, and it may
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You fell, my child,
I hope that little graze
on your chinnie-old chin
is not too serious.
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They called him Opa,
he was so....old.
He took l-dopa
and hoarded gold.
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He went, at nine o'clock to bed
and in the morning was stone dead.
The doctor came to look and see
if they had thought of his big fee.
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'Were you thinking of me
when you wrote those lines? '
You asked me, my love
with the casual voice
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You are
my little pacemaker.
So lovely to look at.
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A pussycat once saw a bat
hung from the tree, that it was at
thought pussycat, who purred and sat
that any bat which hung like that
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The dampness woke him.
He stretched into a furry thing
which could not be made out
here in the darkness of the cave.
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When he asked her to stay,
when he pleaded and begged,
when he reasoned with logic
she just stood by the door,
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