When I was in the 4th grade, I shared a prize with another student for reading the most books. The teacher, thinking I was somewhat serious, gave me a youth novel and to the other student “The Arrow Book of Funny Poems.” I traded my book for the other and to this day I still value the verses I learned half a century ago.
Today, musing over the criticism leveled at me by Mario Apuzzo, criticism for something that didn’t happen, I thought what I have often thought about Apuzzo and birther lawyers in general: how can they be expected to mount a good case when the facts are against them? They really don’t have much to work with. Then a poem came to mind illuminating the birther attorney’s dilemma:
What a wonderful bird the frog are —
When he stand he sit almost;
When he hop, he fly almost.
He ain’t go no sense hardly;
He ain’t got no tail hardly either.
When he sit, he sit on what he ain’t got almost.
I don’t have that book any more and my recollection is that the first line was “What a silly bird the frog are.” I couldn’t find a version on the Internet that way. I also thought there was “when he talk, he cry almost.”
I ordered a used copy of the The Arrow Book on Amazon, and should that version be different, I will update the article.
Here lies what’s left of Leslie Moore.
No Less.
No More.
That is actually an epitaph from a grave in Boot Hill Cemetery in Tombstone, AZ, which I visited a few years ago. The full inscription reads:
Here lies Lester Moore,
Four slugs from a 44,
No less no more.
Actually it’s even funnier than that.
It says, “No Les. No more.”
As in no more Lester.
LOL! Great stuff.
That explains a lot about my affection for this site, beyond the resource of the blog as blog. When I was young, a little bit older than fourth grade, I also won a prize for reading books. I didn’t get such an interesting book, though. Cool.
And to continue the free association, there is the famous “No More Monument”
http://www.geology.wisc.edu/news_events/GSA_06/pages/P1010011.html
And a great intro to a kickass Johnny Cash song … The Ballad of Boot Hill 😀
There was a young lady from Bright
Whose speed was much faster than light.
She departed one day
In a relative way
And returned the previous night.
Looking at the book photo, I think the first is the smiling lady on the tiger, the second the young woman from Natchez and the last the purple cow.