26 April 2007

Because every Thursday needs a dash of quirk

In high school we discovered the pithy wit of Ogden Nash. His poetry is brilliantly odd, especially the shorter rhymes.

The Cow
The cow is of bovine ilk;
One end is moo, the other is milk.

The Eel
I don't mind eels
Except as meals.
And the way they feels.

Further Reflections on Parsley
Is gharsley.

The Termite
Some primal termite knocked on wood
And tasted it, and found it good!
And that is why your Cousin May
Fell through the parlor floor today.

Celery, raw
Develops the jaw,
But celery, stewed,
Is more quietly chewed.


Arrant ingenuity, I say.

1 comment:

amelia said...

Yes I used to use the Fleas poem in school work and my mom never appreciated that one.

I love your Thursday Quirk!