I know these guys have been here before,
but once again, as February fades
and March marches on stage.....
here they are again to emphasize
what's been floating around in February,
and what we can expect in the windy
blowsy month of March...
...............................
Well, I started this post some days ago
and never did get to tell you about what we can expect
in the blowsy month of March.
The one thing I can say here is that
it is the 3rd of the month
and there has not been even a hint of a breeze
to blow the March Hare in!!!
However, I can tell you a little about
the "Good Intentions" that I am browsing through.
A collection of Ogden Nash
that Charles and I bought soon after we were married
to start filling the bookcase.
Probably the 1942 edition.
The scarlet that encloses these well loved poems
was once a blazing red, but now fits in
beautifully with the rest of the books that have rested
on the bookshelf for the last fifty years - or so!
I take them from the shelves every now and then
and although Ogden Nash is probably a has-been now
to me he is a forever-humorous.....
His poems may be of a different time,
and not too current,
but to someone who came to maturity in the middle
of the last century, they are
quite precious.
There are long poems that take up a couple of pages,
and there are little short ones
that have told their tale in only
a few lines,
but they are concise and they stay with one....
for example
"ANATOMICAL REFLECTION'
Sally Rand
Needs an extra hand.
Not everyone would be familiar with Sally Rand
but to those who know, her name brings
a picture of half naked ladies with VERY large fans.
.There are another few words about
THE PARSNIP
The parsnip, children, I repeat
Is simply an anemic beet.
Some people call the parsnip edible;
Myself, I find this claim incredible.
There are other longer
and even more humorous poems
and I can only recommend to you that if you
happen upon a second-hand book store
you make a search of Ogden Nash -
or probably you can find him on your computer
and spend a happy hour ot two
being amused......
or bemused if you are growing old
and reading this poem, ( that causes me to think!!!!!!)
"Senescence begins
and middle age ends
the day your descendants
outnumber your friends."
