I'm a Poet and I Don't Know It
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
"The Centipede," by Ogden Nash
I objurgate the centipede,
A bug we do not really need.
At sleepy-time he beats a path
Straight to the bedroom or the bath.
You always wallop where he's not,
Or, if he is, he makes a spot.
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