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.
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.