Friday, January 18, 2008

Poetry Friday

Poetry Friday is being hosted over at my blogpal Becky's site. Nothing like a little thesaurus with my morning coffee.

Since I'm feeling silly but short this morning, my poem is an Ogden Nash classic.

The Termite
by Ogden Nash

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.

My dad always told me not to laugh at other people's misfortunes, but this cracks me up. Poor, poor Cousin May.

4 comments:

Kelly Fineman said...

Funny!

Nicola said...

Thank you for the laugh, Sheila. Poetry Friday won't be appearing on any of my posts on my blog, because poetry doesn't turn me on at all....however I liked your humorous contribution!

John Mutford said...

Almost all of my exposure to Odgen Nash has come from poetry Fridays. Now as soon as I see a post of his, I rush to it. Thanks once again!

Becky said...

Is there anything better than a little Ogden Nash on a Friday? Besides, I hear Cousin May landed on her bustle, so no injuries to speak of...