My Doggerel

Here are a few of my bad poems from when I I was a callow lad:

Ode to a Toad

Oh hail to thee amphibia.

Gourmets marvel at thy tibia,

In witch’s caustic cauldrons are thy feet.

What’s one man’s poison, is another man’s meat.

Ogden Nash Paean

Ocelots cost a lot?

Eeyore

Oh Eeyore

You’re such a bore

And what is more

And to the core …

You’re an ass!

Robert Frost

The name of Frost is held aloft

And laurels does it bring.

I’ll throw my blow

Let it land soft:

It’s not so much the “ice”

As the “ing.”

STAND UP FOR DOGGEREL!