Friday, August 5, 2011

The Termite

This is the one Ogden Nash poem I remembered from High those four years weren't a complete draw.

The Termite

Some primal termite knocked on wood
And tasted it, and found it good!
And that is why your cousin May
fell through the parlor floor today.

Aah, he never gets old!  I think I will officially make him a hero-contributor of Crazy Creative Magazine today.  Look for the new contributor on my button column.


  1. I had never read his stuff until you have shared it here. I'm getting the biggest kick out of it!

  2. Termites are better in a poem than in real life! We dealt with them in my mother-in-law's house... twice... But I smiled reading the little poem. Thank you!