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The Purist

Ogden Nash

Listen (to Nash read)

I give you now Professor Twist,
A conscientious scientist,
Trustees exclaimed, “He never bungles!”
And sent him off to distant jungles.
Camped on a tropic riverside,
One day he missed his loving bride.
She had, the guide informed him later,
Been eaten by an alligator.
Professor Twist could not but smile.
“You mean,” he said, “a crocodile.”

Time for something funny. And we have not run a Nash in a while. This is not one of the lengthy, knotty ones. But, lean and dark.

[blackmamba]

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July 31, 2006 at 1:01 am 1 comment

You and Me and P.B. Shelley

Ogden Nash

Listen (to Nash read)

What is life? Life is stepping down a step or sitting in a chair.
And it isn’t there.
Life is not having been told that the man has just waxed the floor.
Life is pulling doors marked PUSH and pushing doors marked PULL and not
noticing notices which say PLEASE USE OTHER DOOR.
It is when you diagnose a sore throat as an unprepared geography lesson
and send your child weeping to school only to be returned an hour
later covered with spots that are indubitable genuine.
Life is a concert with a trombone soloist filling in for Yehudi Menuhin.
But, were it not for frustration and humiliation
I suppose the human race would get ideas above its station.
Somebody once described Shelley as a beautiful and ineffective angel
beating his luminous wings against the void in vain.
Which is certainly describing with might and main.
But probably means that we are all brothers under our pelts.
And that Shelley went around pulling doors marked PUSH and pushing doors
marked PULL just like everybody else.

[blackmamba]

January 20, 2006 at 2:13 pm 3 comments


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