by Ogden Nash
Myself, I rather like the bat
It’s not a mouse, it’s not a rat
It has no feathers, yet it has wings
It’s quite inaudible when it sings.
It zigzags through the evening air
And never lands on ladies’ hair
A fact of which men spend their lives
Attempting to convince their wives.
Monday, July 06, 2009
The Bat
Labels: Poems
2 comments:
Funny, Nash often is.
Petty, women sometimes are.
But a bat did almost land in
my hair once, well almost.
haha, nice one there.
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