Way back in the 1950's
My friend and I were rival rhymesters
Waiting for epithets and nifties
In new-found metrical contrivances.
Ogden Nationality
Was no fan of rationality.
He rhymed uniquely,
While poetasters,
Mere time-wasters,
Did so meekly.
He could aptly stretch a line
To fit the wit of rhyme sublime;
As in his counsel to husbands,
How not to become curse-bands.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Awsome write and amazing rhyme and rhythm. :- It was a fun read.