Apology With Rosers To Ogden Nash

this is the song about pfiffel
for when you are in a bad pickle
or this is the poem about waffles

for when things are patently awful
because you put in too much thyme
in the dish that was squozen with lime

and posers stopped bringing you rosers,
and now I have cheated I know it
by thinking I just could compose it

my poem I mean with a word never seen.
but who cares when it isn't a contest
that makes me like writing the best.

it's just that none told me to do it
and that's why I never can rue it
but cheerfully always pursue it:

the habit of words upon words
even when they come off as absurd
but who asked you? I ask you and you!

and now I am perfectly through.

mary angela douglas 11 september 2015