Could I write of matters that boil the blood
Like a Man of talent surely could;
I\'d trash the Government with Caustic Wit;
That House of Cards where Jokers sit.
To Warring Tyrants with Threats to shout;
They\'re a Pain in the Side - or there about.
And the constant Rain forever seen;
Being not Gene Kelly I\'ll Vent my Spleen.
To the daily Strife between Man and Wife;
Variations therein that form their life.
The Public transport Shoddy and Late;
With the secret Smokers that often Grate.
The Temperance Man to the Drinking growd;
One being Dull and the other quite Loud.
But not every Rhyme will be Doom and Gloom;
I\'m sure for Mirth I will find some room;
Those Oddities of life that make One smile;
And Written I\'m sure in a Whimsical Style.
As the Children will laugh to see much Fun;
In a Man of years whose Heart is young.
For the Nursery Rhymes will have a Twist;
So Mother Goose will not be Missed.
For the World at large will Read my Brain;
On the many Mad and the few that\'s Sane.
All Matters I\'d touch to please or Trash -
If I could Pen fine Verse like Ogden Nash.