16/09

Spring Comes to Murray Hill by Ogden Nash

By Geisha Bar

The sunny joy of spring…and consequent feeling of incarceration at my desk always reminds me of this poem by Ogden Nash — such a literary larrikin was he!

Spring Comes to Murray Hill by Ogden Nash

I sit in an office at 244 Madison Avenue And say to myself You have a responsible job, havenue? Why then do you fritter away your time on this doggerel? If you have a sore throat you can cure it by using a good goggerel, If you have a sore foot you can get it fixed by a chiropodist, And you can get your original sin removed by St. John the Bopodist, Why then should this flocculent lassitude be incurable? Kansas City, Kansas, proves that even Kansas City needn’t always be Missourible. Up up my soul! This inaction is abominable. The pilgrims settled Massachusetts in 1620 when they landed on a stone hummock. Maybe if they were here now they would settle my stomach. Oh, if I only had the wings of a bird Instead of being confined on Madison Avenue I could soar in a jiffy to Second or Third.