Ogden Nash

(August 19, 1902 – May 19, 1971 / New York / United States)

The Purist - Poem by Ogden Nash

I give you now Professor Twist,
A conscientious scientist,
Trustees exclaimed, "He never bungles!"
And sent him off to distant jungles.
Camped on a tropic riverside,
One day he missed his loving bride.
She had, the guide informed him later,
Been eaten by an alligator.
Professor Twist could not but smile.
"You mean," he said, "a crocodile."

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  • Rookie Matt Johnston (4/18/2008 11:45:00 PM)

    This is one of the few poems I’ve memorized by heart. I’ve recited it a couple of times to get a laugh. (Report) Reply

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