Nonsense Poetry

I love  Nonsense Poetry.

Amongst my favourite writers of Nonsense verse are Ogden Nash,  Edward Lear and the highly acclaimed Liverpool poet  Roger McGough,  ( part of my subject matter for the letter M).

 There are many more, indeed too many to write about so, I have picked Ogden Nash the American journalist and poet.

 

This is one of my favourite poems by him, he was such a wordsmith he mixed his words with occasional hilarious insight almost turning his work into a parable.

Consider the auk

becoming extinct because he forgot how to fly

Consider man who may become extinct

Because he forgot how to walk and learned how to fly before he thinked! 

 

 

Good-by  Now or pardon my Gauntlet .

Bring down the moon for genteel Janet;

She's too refined for this gross planet

She wears garments and you wear clothes

You buy stockings, she purchases hose.

She says That is correct,

and you say Yes.

And she disrobes and you undress.

Confronted by a mouse or moose,

You turn green, she turns chartreuse.

Her speech is new minted freshly quarried

She has a fore-head you have a forehead

Nor snake nor slow worm

draweth nigh her ,

You go to bed, she doth retire.

To Janet births are blessed events

And odours that you smell she scents

Replete she feels when her food is yummy

Not in the stomach but in the tummy.

If urged some novel step to show

You say like this, she says, Like so

Her dear ones don't die but pass away,

Beneath her formal is longeray

Of refinement she's a fount or a fountess

And that is why she's now a Countess

She was asking for the little girls room

And a flunky thought she said

 the Earls room.

 

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