poet Ogden Nash

Ogden Nash

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Summer Serenade

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

Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 12, 2015

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Comments about Summer Serenade by Ogden Nash

  • Suryendu Chaudhury (10/16/2020 9:45:00 AM)

    It's romantic to the core.

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  • Kevin N (12/3/2017 12:54:00 AM)

    It is actually complete shit.

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  • Susan WilliamsSusan 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

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