To Ogden Nash My Mentore-
Your rhymes were so geniously simplistly eloquent.
Better than anything before you came, or since you wuent.
They gave new meaning to the word ‘intent’.
I often wonder as I ponder –
If Ogden Nash had lived to be a hundred and ninety-three
the world of poetry would certainly have been blessed
with a masterfully myriadical montage
of wittirhymes and verseilines and perponderings in excessed!
(and he wouldn’t be dead yet either)
What a clever persona was Ogden Nash,
Expounding his truth as well as his trash.
Some works proffered wit,
Some others pure grit,
With most saturated in balderdash.
People expect old men to die, They do not really mourn old men. Old men are different. People look At them with eyes that wonder when… People watch with unshocked eyes; But the old men know when an old man dies.