THE DUCK
Behold the duck.
It does not cluck.
A cluck it lacks.
It quacks.
It is 'specially fond
Of a puddle or pond.
When it dines or sups,
It bottoms ups.
- Ogden Nash
Very cute. I like it.
Very cute. I like it.
Very Nice, Twikster
May I share a stupid poem too?
[© 2003 Red Matrix - GRAND ONE NIGHT STAND]
Red Rover, Red Rover
A cop pulled me over
for running a stupid red light.
Red Ranger, Red Ranger
My hormone’s in danger
of running amok at her site.
Blue Bonnet, Blue Bonnet
I lied but she’s on it!
She says I don’t do it quite right.
Blue Berry, Blue Berry
I see she’s not married.
Her breasts are so firm and so ripe.
Green Goblin, Green Goblin
My eyes – they’re a gobble’n;
They feast on a body that’s tight!
Green Grasses, Green Grasses
She takes off my glasses
Then gives me a wonderful night!
See it in color here.
I’m a Nash fan too. While we’re in the barnyard:
The Cow
by Ogden Nash
The cow is of the bovine ilk;
One end is moo, the other, milk.
When called by a panther
Don’t anther.
-also Ogden NashSince I’m not only a Nash fan but an editor and proofreader as well, here’s a relevant gem from Ogden:
There’s only one
Criterion
Folks inferia
Say criteria
I think that I shall never see,
A billboard lovely as a tree.
Indeed, unless the billboards fall,
I shall never see a tree at all.
~Ogden Nash.
I also vaguely remember one called “Upon Hearing French Children Speaking French in France” or somesuch. I haven’t seen it in about 35 years, but I still chuckle at the memory.
Far be it for me to break up this lovely Ogden Nash party, but I’m particularly proud of this bit of something I recently wrote:
cleaning the streets every day through the year
of the filth and the muck and the holiday cheer
left over by people with far more to do
than pick up for themselves, for me or for you.
But some things that I find I can never quite clean
and no broom and no mop and no dustpan have been
near the filth, as they call it,
and they are appalled that
these people (they struggle enough with the thought
that some others don’t have the life they have bought)
these people could live in such squalor, putrescence
the rich and elite simply can’t grok the essence
of life when you don’t have it handed your way
or your fat silver spoon has just rusted away.
Also this, which is slightly more confusing:
Do you know me?
Yes, you do.
Join with me and follow through
on all the things we have to do
before this world is safe for all;
hear my voice and know our call.
We must hide now; no,
we should, but needn’t go
and must at once where they would stop
all we have to do; now hop
on board with me today,
for bigotry may reign this day
but better times ahead I know.
We can have this garden grow.
Those are lovely, ** iampunha.** 
Sadly I can not write anything original.
But I can read and type.
Baby, It’s Calder Inside
In addition to beauty and utility
The genuine mobile has mobility.
You know it’s art when assorted metals
Caress your brow like falling petals.
-O.N.Wow, that is excellent, dwyr – I’ve never seen that one before.
And 'punha – how dare you raise the level of discourse around here! Now strip down and run nekkid through this thread, mister!
Why twickster, it’s been so long since someone asked me to run through a thread nekkid…didn’t know you ::sniff:: cared.
Ogden! I love reading his poems aloud with my son.
A primal termite knocked on wood,
Tasted it, and found it good.
And that is why your Cousin May
Fell through the parlour floor today.
It’s not good enough, you say you cant stop the pain
the hand you were dealt, makes you wish you could fade
A black and white picture with the face of lament
regretting the way that your life has been spent
It’s too much to handle, and the solutions far away
knowing the truth, disables the position to pray
you wish upon the world to let it just stop the hurt
secondguessing disbelief and contemplating revert
The solution into head, gives you hope for the rising
or the end of the future doesn’t seem so surprising
Would anyone notice if you slowly fade away?
Step out of all your lives to prevent any delay
It all seems so simple, yet complex as a ruse
the way they try and tricked you, changed your mindset different hues
The one way I can think of is the one way I despise
leading to ones only catastrophic self demise
[A poem I wrote, how ya like it?
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