Did Ogden Nash get the same rush as me
The one that fills my head with glee
When he wrote his poetry.
I’d guess he did, his giddy verse
Would make the cerebral orgasm traverse
The globe of his head in a flash.
Eyes opened wide
By this onrushing tide
Gathering pace like a fairground ride
Off the walls of his brain it would crash.
Would he explode with delight
In the middle of night
Unable to get back to sleep
Until he unloaded
The rhyme that unfolded
From tropical waters deep?
When he wrote of “The Cow”
Did he ruminate how
Academics would get in a fluster
With lofty debates
If he was of the greats
With all seriousness they could muster?
When the story of how
America was found
Was turned to the style of a Limerick
Did Ogden just glide
On the surf of the tide
Like the Nina and Santa Maria.
Posted by Marcas MacCaoimhín 