Elea UKChat Familiar Joined Aug 27, 2018 Messages 88 Reaction score 31 Aug 28, 2018 #2 "There goes the wapati, Hippety-hoppity!" - Ogden Nash
Elea UKChat Familiar Joined Aug 27, 2018 Messages 88 Reaction score 31 Aug 29, 2018 #3 Also by Ogden Nash: Prayer at the End of a Rope Dear Lord, observe this bended knee, This visage meek and humble, And heed this confidential plea, Voiced in a reverent mumble. I ask no miracles or stunts, No heavenly radiogram; I only beg for once, just once, To not be in a jam. One little moment thy servant craves Of being his own master; One placid vale between the waves Of duty and disaster. Oh, when the postman's whistle shrills, Just once, Lord, let me grin; Let me have settled last month's bills Before this month's come in. Let me not bite more off the cob Than I have teeth to chew; Please let me finish just one job Before the next is due. Consider, too, my social life, Sporadic though it be; Why is it only mental strife That pleasure brings to me? For months, when people entertain, Me they do not invite; Then suddenly invitations rain, All for the self-same night. R.S.V.P.'s I pray thee send Alone and not in bunches, Or teach me I cannot attend Two dinners or two lunches. Let me my hostess not insult, Not call her diamonds topaz; Else harden me to the result Of my fantastic faux pas. One little lull, Lord, that's my plea, Then loose the storm again; Just once, this once, I beg to be Not in a jam. Amen.
Also by Ogden Nash: Prayer at the End of a Rope Dear Lord, observe this bended knee, This visage meek and humble, And heed this confidential plea, Voiced in a reverent mumble. I ask no miracles or stunts, No heavenly radiogram; I only beg for once, just once, To not be in a jam. One little moment thy servant craves Of being his own master; One placid vale between the waves Of duty and disaster. Oh, when the postman's whistle shrills, Just once, Lord, let me grin; Let me have settled last month's bills Before this month's come in. Let me not bite more off the cob Than I have teeth to chew; Please let me finish just one job Before the next is due. Consider, too, my social life, Sporadic though it be; Why is it only mental strife That pleasure brings to me? For months, when people entertain, Me they do not invite; Then suddenly invitations rain, All for the self-same night. R.S.V.P.'s I pray thee send Alone and not in bunches, Or teach me I cannot attend Two dinners or two lunches. Let me my hostess not insult, Not call her diamonds topaz; Else harden me to the result Of my fantastic faux pas. One little lull, Lord, that's my plea, Then loose the storm again; Just once, this once, I beg to be Not in a jam. Amen.