Welcome to my latest exercise in an attempt to reach my goal of being a prolific writer in 2022. So, in addition to writing 1 short story each week (Because Ray Bradbury said you can’t write 52 bad ones – challenge accepted!) I will be attempting to post an original poem each day in April. This is not going to be easy – I’ve not really written poetry since college. So, these will be thrown together each day and not very edited.

I can hear you now – sucky stories and bad poetry? Sign me up.

For more information about the blogging challenge, see http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/)

Ogden and the Ocelots

Ocelots are cats with spots
they do not prefer to sleep on cots
That’s something Ogden Nash would say
a chipper rhyme for a dreary day

He one day wrote of an ocelot
who like cranberry sauce a lot
The rest of the rhyme
was in metered time
The tale of the finicky ocelot

But Nash, it seemed was looked down upon
As a poet, a rhymer, and clown-a-thon
his animal tales
were often regaled
but he wrote for the fun of the con.

Ogden Nash’s real poem, the Ocelot:

The Ocelot

By Ogden Nash

There once was a finicky ocelot

Who all the yearlong was cross a lot

Except at Thanksgiving

When he enjoyed living

For he liked to eat Cranberry sauce a lot