I've been hunting down the parody that the honorable Mr.Nash did on Poe's The Raven. I tried several times to perform it during a public speaking course and never could make it all the way through without cracking up myself along with the class.
His bit about a pelican is my all time favorite. I abhor people who try to blandly try to SAY limericks instead of performing them as they should be.
I'd love to find his Raven. It was in my English textbook which, sadly for me, I lost a few decades ago.
To Ogden Nash My Mentore-
Your rhymes were so geniously simplistly eloquent.
Better than anything before you came, or since you wuent.
They gave new meaning to the word ‘intent’.
I often wonder as I ponder –
If Ogden Nash had lived to be a hundred and ninety-three
the world of poetry would certainly have been blessed
with a masterfully myriadical montage
of wittirhymes and verseilines and perponderings in excessed!
(and he wouldn’t be dead yet either)
My fellow man I do not care for. I often ask me, What's he there for? The only answer I can find Is, Reproduction of his kind. If I'm supposed to swallow that, Winnetka is my habitat. Isn't it time to carve Hic Jacet Above that Reproduction racket?