Open On Sunday Drabbles - Poetry

[desoto_hia873]

Title: Parsley Is Gharsely
Setting: BtVS, sometime in S1-S3
Rating: G

Giles emerged from his office and passed Xander at the library table engrossed in a book. Wait... Xander reading a book?

Maybe there was hope for the lad after all.

"Xander, what’s that you have there?"

"Huh? Oh – it’s a book of poetry."

"Poetry." Giles beamed. "Tennyson? Browning? Shelley?"

"Ogden Nash. Hee - listen:

Tell me, O Octopus, I begs,
Is those things arms, or is they legs?
I marvel at thee, Octopus;
If I were thou, I’d call me us."

Giles’s head drooped. He continued on his way.

"Or how about this: God in His wisdom made the fly..."



[Author's Note: That last one finishes with

'And then forgot to tell us why.'

I also tried to use this one, but it was too long:

The Perfect Husband

He tells you when you’ve got on too much lipstick,
And helps you with your girdle when your hips stick.

I love Ogden Nash. :-)]

Comments

[flurblewig.livejournal.com]

Hee! Love Xander's taste in poetry :-)