something appropriate for every occasion. Like this, for example:
Consider the auk;
Becoming extinct because he forgot how to fly, and could only walk.
Consider man, who may well become extinct
Because he forgot how to walk and learned how to fly before he thinked.
Recently, Ogden Nash has become my favourite poet, dethroning Shakespeare and Byron and such like. Can anyone blame me? He even wrote a poem about celery, not to mention senility, having a cold, fleas, people, and reflections on a wicked world (“Purity
This is where his poems are hiding:
But, but, there is another poet I like, Jan Brzechwa, Polish, but Jewish of course. Our Jewish soul. Anyway, Brzechwa had a poem for just about every type of person one could possibly meet in life. I have a 1967 edition of his poems ostensibly for children, Sto Bajek (One Hundred Fairy Tales). So there is this poem about a mule (not quite a person, but it’s a mule personified, like the rest of Brzechwa’s animals).
Był sobie taki muł.
Najlepiej muł się czuł,
Gdy stojąc przed wieczorem
Nad stawem lub jeziorem
Oglądał swe odbicie
I wołał: “Czy widzicie?
Wprost oczom swym nie wierzę,
Żem takie piękne zwierzę…”