Favorite doggerel from summer 2020
Oliver Norred, 14 August 2020
Why are your strings so short and thin?
And why do you play so ‘neath the din
Of a battle fought hard against the sick and sin
For 400Hz max, 40Hz min?
Think of the wants you want the most:
Think of successes that you can boast;
Think of the water, the wind, the coast;
And think of delicious butter on toast!
These are some wants; you want them, you know.
But your needs . . .
Now, only those you can sow!
A son defines a mother,
As mother guides her son.
To wish for any other
Is mistake number one!
A sibling—sister, brother
Can repair love undone,
But long as you’ve a mother,
Her love’s already won.
To take a work
And make it fly
Is quite the perk
I can’t deny.
But hold you not
Your pride so high . . .
That wingèd yacht
Fell from the sky!
This for years.
Fries are thin,
Beef is thin,
Buns are thin,
Lines are long . . .
What’s to like?
New places, new people, everything’s new.
I’d live here; it feels like I already do.
When you’re with a family that is yours to choose,
Life becomes fresh, and the world renews.
The early bird gets the worm, they say,
But is it worth the bleary, red eyes?
I’d pass up the worm almost any day,
Though I might wake to see the sun rise.