A POEM BY OGDEN NASH
Once there was an antelope
Who said, “I’ll write to Santa Clope.”
“You mean, my son to Santa Claus,”
His mother told the antelaus.
“I know, but Mom it never rhymes –
I’ve tried it half a dozen times!”
And so he wrote: “Dear Santa Climes,
Do you have skate for antelimes?”
“My son, see here, this will not do,”
His mother told the anteloo.
“It’s Santa Claus! Now try again.”
And so he wrote: “Dear Santa Clen,
I’d like some skates, I’d like a sled. . .”
“No, no,” said Mrs. Anteled,
“It’s Santa Claus, not Clope or Cled
Come quit this joke and go to bed.”
The outcome is that Santa Claus
Not hearing from the antelaus
Forgot to think of sleds and skates
And brought red flannel underwates!
Which makes me friends, in your behalf
Compose this final paragraph.
It’s sometimes best to stick to prose
When writing notes to Santa Close.
Merrick says
I love that poem. Reminds me of Dad, of course! We’re so excited for you to come over tomorrow!
Holly and Brad says
We miss you guys! Come home already!
Mary says
Funny poem.
JohnBrady says
Thanks for sharing this poem. I’ve made note of your post on Blogden Nash where I report on the reach and influence of Ogden Nash on contemporary life. Good luck in your ongoing adventures with writing.
Cheers!
John