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Don't Cry, Darling, It's Blood All Right
Whenever poets want to give you the idea that something is particularly meek and mild,
They compare it to a child,
Thereby proving that though poets with poetry may be rife
They don't know the facts of life.
If of compassion you desire either a tittle or a jot,
Don't try to get it from a tot.
Hard-boiled, sophisticated adults like me and you
May enjoy ourselves thoroughly with Little Women and Winnie-the-Pooh.
But innocent infants these titles from their reading course eliminate
As soon as they discover that it was honey and nuts and mashed potatoes instead
of human flesh that Winnie-the-Pooh and Little Women ate.
Innocent infants have no use for fables about rabbits or donkeys or
tortoises or porpoises,
What they want is something with plenty of well-mutilated corpoises.
Not on legends of how the rose came to be a rose instead of a petunia is their
fancy fed,
But on the inside story of how somebody's bones got ground up to make somebody
else's bread.
They'll go to sleep listening to the story of the little beggarmaid who got to
be queen by being kind to the bees and the birds,
But they're all eyes and ears the minute they suspect a wolf or a giant is going
to tear some poor woodcutter into quarters or thirds.
It doesn't really take much to fill their cup;
All they want is for somebody to be eaten up.
Therefore I say unto you, all you poets who are so crazy about meek and mild
little children and their angelic air,
If you are sincere and really want to please them, why just go out and get
yourself devoured by a bear.
~ Ogden Nash
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