Posted by Helen on September 12, 1997 at 06:50:32:
In reply to Some poems #1 posted by Helen on September 12, 1997 at 06:48:32
When I was at school, one of my friends drew some illustrations for this poem for me showing the world being repuffed...
Any Milleniums today, Lady?
Ogden Nash
As I was walking down the street
With nothing in my head,
A sign in a window spoke to me,
And this is what it said:
Are your pillows a pain in the neck?
Are they crumpled, tattered, and torn?
Are they filled with old influenza germs
That were there before you were born?
Bring them to us,
We do the trick:
Repuff, replenish, recurl, retick!
We return your pillows, spanned and spicked,
Repuffed, replenished, recurled, reticked!
As I was walking down the street
With too much in my head,
The sign became a burning bush,
And this is what it said:
Is the world a pain in the neck?
Is it crumpled, tattered, and torn?
Is it filled with old ancestral germs,
That were there before you were born?
Bring it to us,
We do the trick:
Repuff, replenish, recurl, retick!
In twenty-four hours, we'll return the world,
Repuffed, replenished, reticked, recurled!
As I was walking down the street,
I heard the trumpets clearly,
But when I saw the sign again,
It spoke of pillows merely.
The world remains a derelict,
Unpuffed, unplenished, uncurled, unticked.
:-(
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