Christmas Hash
By Ogden Nash
My fingers ache from lugging parcels, I limp on battered matatarsals,
My tongue is dry from licking stamps, I’m lost in Christmas lights and amps,
I’m in that yearly Yuletide mess,
And so are you, I shrewdly guess...
By Ogden Nash
My fingers ache from lugging parcels, I limp on battered matatarsals,
My tongue is dry from licking stamps, I’m lost in Christmas lights and amps,
I’m in that yearly Yuletide mess,
And so are you, I shrewdly guess...
2 comments:
Too bad the links to the rest of the poem take you to a blank page;
Would have like to read the rest of this poem.
'Tis a shame - I would have liked to see it as well! One observation: Either the original poster had the title wrong or Nash published two versions. I just posted the version of Christmas Hash that appeared in 'The Best of Ogden Nash' which was published posthumously.
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