Ogden Nash

I love Ogden Nash.  In honour of the Spring Equinox (March 20/21) I will share this poem which he didn’t write:

Spring is sprung, the grass is ris.
I wonders where the birdies is.
They say the birds is on the wing.
Ain’t that absurd?
I always thought the wing was on the bird.
 

 

He did write this one:

Ode To A Baby

A bit of talcum
Is always walcum.

And this:

The Shrimp

A shrimp who sought his lady shrimp
Could catch no glimpse
Not even a glimp.
At times, translucence
Is rather a nuisance.