in which i express my thanks to the poet who allows me to keep my head raised high while i write rhymes about my lunch and snacks

Ogden Nash we owe you mightly
For your verse compacted tightly

(What I'm struggling with omitting
Is a rhyme that's not quite fitting

Still if you had lived this time of blight
i'm sure you'd rhyme the slang ai-ight)

Lunch, redux

O Trader Joe's Green Burrito
So tasty hot, a little spicy
I've said before that you were neato
(And you'd go nicely with some iced tea)

(O Ogden Nash I owe you largely
for your rhyming of the ord'nry
I think this lunch would suit you smartly
tasty and it's alimentary)