Herbert Nehrlich Poems

For days on end I wondered,
about the way the world decides
who of the chosen few will be
the one to hold her little hands,
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A Chinaman, who, new in town
was working as a circus clown.
One day he saw on the trapeze
a muscled woman named Louise.
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Apples, pears and juicy plums
please with flavour tongue and gums.
Vegans and fruitarians eat
neither eggs nor fish or meat.
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On the top of old Mount Baker
stood a bald and bearded Quaker.
Prayed to God and stated loudly
and with arrogance quite proudly
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The Dralles had a cuckoo clock
it could be heard well down the block.
One day the door stayed open longer
and being young the bird felt stronger
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Again she rose at dawn,
she always was the one
who had the fortitude
to rise and shine, at six
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A fellow, sick with diarrhoea
was ruler over North Korea.
One hand was wiping his pale ass
the other held the phone, his brass
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The farmer wiped, flick of the hand
the perspiration off his weathered face.
The day was done and thanks to God
there'd be the itchy task of throwing fragrant hay
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It was his first, and smuggled in at that,
the Commies hadn't yet approved of things
that made the forces of free market grow.
Blue Jeans, they said were just a symbol,
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She saw he wasn't circumcised
and right at first it had surprised
her bourgeois and searching brain.
'So did they.... did it cause you pain? '
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