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He who does not punish evil commands it to be done.


I found myself stuck on a traffic island, drivers to the left of me, cyclists to the right, when all of a sudden a bus comes hurtling straight at me and all I had to protect myself was this flimsy sign!

Today's instalment of Saturday Festival of *someone else's* Poetry features an oldie, but a goodie.

Love and Hate, by Ogden Nash

Love is a word
That is constantly heard
Hate is a word
that is not
Love, I am told
Is more precious than gold
Love, I have heard
Is hot
But hate is the verb
That to me is superb
And love, just a drug
On the mart
For any kiddie from school
Can love like a fool
But hating, my boy
Is an art
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Tash said…
I hate your cleverness.
Well done (with a hateful inflexion.)
It's a good year for Ogden Nash so far in the Blog-o-sphere...here is one...http://arizonabren.blogspot.com/2010/01/mr-magoo.html
--- in the comments, I linked to another.
23 January 2010 at 12:51
Tash said…
Did you keep left or right? Sounds like an awfully dangerous spot. Glad you are safe.
23 January 2010 at 12:52
Kris McCracken said…
Tash, I am an easy hater. A fellow I know always tells me "Kris, you don't really hate them", and I have to stress that "Yes, yes I do".

The difference, I think, is that he believes in Hell and I don't. It is easier to hate without a notion of [a religious] Hell.
23 January 2010 at 14:09
Kris McCracken said…
Tash, I stood still and quivered. The sign protected me.
23 January 2010 at 14:09
Roddy said…
Kris, have you seen these signs after they have been hit by a car? Can you imagine the damage done by a bus? You my son may well have been part of the paintwork. Under the sign.
23 January 2010 at 17:25
Kris McCracken said…
Didn't I mention that I am in a full body cast and typing with my left eyelid?
23 January 2010 at 17:53
Ténèbres à la lumière... said…
Hi! Kris,
All I can say is...Wow!
I hope you are alright!...in the future "try" to be careful!!!!
The quote...True!
The Ogden Nash poem...Nice and True!
DeeDee ;-D
23 January 2010 at 18:53
Roddy said…
No you didn't mention your condition. Obviously it missed your brain as you still have your cutting wit.
23 January 2010 at 19:07
Kris McCracken said…
DeeDee, I live on the edge.
24 January 2010 at 11:02
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, that and my left eyelid.
24 January 2010 at 11:02
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