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