Tell me, O Octopus, I begs
Is those things arms, or is they legs?
I marvel at thee, Octopus;
If I were thou, I'd call me Us.
--Ogden Nash
Is those things arms, or is they legs?
I marvel at thee, Octopus;
If I were thou, I'd call me Us.
--Ogden Nash
Peculiar Treasure #1: Fascinating 19th century German book given to my brother by my sister for Christmas.
Peculiar Treasure #2: The poet Ogden Nash (my favorite, and clearly a big
influence on me), who wrote many other classics such as:
Fleas
Adam
Had 'em
and
Celery
Celery, raw
Develops the jaw,
But celery, stewed,
Is more quietly chewed.
Develops the jaw,
But celery, stewed,
Is more quietly chewed.
and let's not forget
The Firefly
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.
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.
or his foray into limeracy
Requiem
There was a young belle of Natchez
Whose garments were always in patchez.
When comment arose
On the state of her clothes,
She drawled, When Ah itchez, Ah scratchez!
Whose garments were always in patchez.
When comment arose
On the state of her clothes,
She drawled, When Ah itchez, Ah scratchez!
and last but certainly not least
Further Reflections on Parsley
Parsley
Is gharsley
Is gharsley
(to which I heartily disagree and have been known to eat handfuls at a time and then forget to check my teeth before waltzing into public)
Therefore, I say:
Parsley is stupendous
It's thyme that's horrendous.
