Ogden Nash

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

Summer Serenade - Poem by Ogden Nash

When the thunder stalks the sky,
When tickle-footed walks the fly,
When shirt is wet and throat is dry,
Look, my darling, thats July.

Through the grassy lawn be leather,
And prickly temper tug the tether,
Shall we postpone our love for weather?
If we must melt, lets melt together!

Topic(s) of this poem: weather


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  • Susan Williams (12/20/2015 5:47:00 PM)


    I enjoyed that poem and I particularly enjoyed the description of the fly's manner of walking (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 12, 2015



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