Well, I live in Abita so this verse is more appropriate: O for a draught of vintage! that hath been[SIZE=-2] [/SIZE] Cool'd a long age in the deep-delvèd earth, When do we play the nightingales?...is it a road game?
:rofl: I would have figured an appropriate verse for Abita was "Water, water everywhere! But not a drop to drink"
Just so no one thinks I'm just into the poetry of old English flamers (Shelly and Keats) I really love Carl Sandburg. I dedicate my favorite Sandburg poem to Okie. LIMITED I AM riding on a limited express, one of the crack trains of the nation. Hurtling across the prairie into blue haze and dark air go fifteen all-steel coaches holding a thousand people. (All the coaches shall be scrap and rust and all the men and women laughing in the diners and sleepers shall pass to ashes.) I ask a man in the smoker where he is going and he answers: "Omaha." (This was back when Omaha was NOT a destination. It was nothing in the middle of nowhere)
I dedicate a poem from my favorite American poet, Ogden Nash, to stevescookin Peekabo, I Almost See You Middle-aged life is merry, and I love to lead it, But there comes a day when your eyes are all right but your arm long enough to hold the telephone book where you can read it, And your friends get jocular, so you go to the oculist, And of all your friends he is the joculist, So over his facetiousness let us skim, Only noting that he has been waiting for you ever since you said Good evening to his grandfather clock under the impression that it was him, And you look at his chart and it says SHRDLU QWERTYOP, and you say Well, why SHRDNTLU QWERTYOP? and he says one set of glasses won't do. You need two. One for reading Erle Stanley Gardner's Perry Mason and Keats's "Endymion" with, And the other for walking around without saying Hello to strange wymion with. So you spend your time taking off your seeing glasses to put on your reading glasses, and then remembering that your reading glasses are upstairs or in the car, And then you can't find your seeing glasses again because without them on you can't see where they are. Enough of such misshaps, they would try the patience of an ox, I prefer to forget both pairs of glasses and pass my declining years saluting strange women and grandfather clocks.
Man, how'd you know I like Ogden Nash. The Panther The panther is like a leopard, Except it hasn't been peppered. Should you behold a panther crouch, Prepare to say Ouch. Better yet, if called by a panther, Don't anther. or... The Cow The cow is of bovine ilk; One end is moo, the other is milk.
The ultimate question I'm asking myself these days, was also asked succinctly by Ogden. Lines on Facing Forty I have a bone to pick with fate, Come here and tell me girly, Do you think my mind is maturing late, Or simply rotting early.
The greatest rhymer EVA. Too bad he's gone he woulda made a BAD@SS rapper that would relate to old white people. If I ever master time travel I'm gonna go back and deliver a beat box to dude. :thumb:
