Three Limericks by Herbert Nehrlich

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Three Limericks

There once was a poet named Stu,
he would write 'til his fingers turned blue.
When he searched fo .........
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Herbert Nehrlich

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Not a member No 6 (6/19/2007 5:01:00 AM)
We've had our concerns about words
Whose meanings have flown with the birds
So, I'll offer this truce
For my phrasing abstruse
To be sealed by the sheathing of swords

Not a member No 6 (6/19/2007 4:53:00 AM)
There was a young lady called liz
whose limerick was lacking in fizz
So she whipped out her pen
And said once again
Dear Herbert your Limericks the biz.

Not a member No 6 (6/18/2007 8:51:00 AM)
There was an Oz poet named Herbert
whose limerick source had been severed
so he wheeled out his own
to an obsence of groans
Now we all think old Herbert is clever


Herbert Nehrlich (04 October 1943 / Germany)