Weekend lightning bug poem

The firefly's flame
Is something for which science has no name
I can think of nothing eerier
Than flying around with an unidentified glow on a
person's posteerier. --Ogden Nash

Weekend Auk poem

A caution to everybody

Consider the auk;
Becoming extinct because he forgot how to fly, and could only walk.
Consider man, who may well become extinct
Because he forgot how to walk and learned how to fly before he thinked.--Ogden Nash

Weekend ostrich poem

The ostrich roams the great Sahara.
Its mouth is wide, its neck is narra.
It has such long and lofty legs,
I'm glad it sits to lay its eggs.--Ogden Nash

Weekend insect poem

The wasp and all his numerous family
I look upon as a major calamity.
He throws open his nest with prodigality,
But I distrust his waspitality.--Ogden Nash, "The Wasp"

A little weekend termite poem

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.--Ogden Nash

Weekend ant poem

And who better to provide it than Ogden Nash?

The ant has made himself illustrious
Through constant industry industrious.
So what?
Would you be calm and placid
If you were full of formic acid?

Time for an eel poem

And who better to provide one than Ogden Nash? Here's one that should rank right up there with Dante, almost. Appropriately enough, it's titled The Eel:

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

How come I can never come up with anything that cool? I guess the Muses just have some favorites.

Weekend poetry session for those with attention problems

God in his wisdom made the fly
And then forgot to tell us why.--Ogden Nash

A shoe that fits

This poem by Ogden Nash, "Everybody Tells Me Everything," seems to fit pretty well these days:

I find it very difficult to enthuse
Over the current news.
Just when you think that at least the outlook is so black that it can grow no blacker, it worsens,
And that is why I do not like the news, because there has never been an era when so many things were going so right for so many of the wrong persons.

The purist

I give you now Professor Twist,
A conscientious scientist,
Trustees exclaimed, "He never bungles!"
And sent him off to distant jungles.
Camped on a tropic riverside,
One day he missed his loving bride.
She had, the guide informed him later,
Been eaten by an alligator.
Professor Twist could not but smile.
"You mean," he said, "a crocodile."--Ogden Nash

Question for meditation: who would win in a hypothetical no holds barred cage match between Ogden Nash and T.S. Eliot, assuming both were in their prime? I'm thinking Nash.

The Hippopotamus

Behold the hippopotamus!
We laugh at how he looks to us,
And yet in moments dank and grim,
I wonder how we look to him.

Peace, peace, thou hippopotamus!
We really look all right to us,
As you no doubt delight the eye
Of other hippopotami. --Ogden Nash

Reptilian rhapsody

The turtle lives 'twixt plated decks
Which practically conceal its sex.
I think it clever of the turtle
In such a fix to be so fertile.--Ogden Nash

Weekend dog poem

The Dog by Ogden Nash

The truth I do not stretch or shove
When I state that the dog is full of love.
I've also found, by actual test,
A wet dog is the lovingest.

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