Welp, it is Toosdai and so the day for some srs mischiefery with a mashery of Ogden Nashery (illustrated)! Srsly. Let’s see what today is and if we have Ogden’s poetry to cover it… Googles… we do!!! But this post is an Open Thread, so please feel free to discuss and to post your favorite illustrated pomes in the Comments also too!
So tonight, we will again explore today’s holidays:
Today is National Gorgeous Grandma Day!
Come On In, The Senility Is Fine
People live forever in Jacksonville and St. Petersburg and Tampa,
But you don't have to live forever to become a grampa.
The entrance requirements for grampahood are comparatively mild,
You only have to live until your child has a child.
From that point on you start looking both ways over your shoulder,
Because sometimes you feel thirty years younger and sometimes thirty years older.
Now you begin to realize who it was that reached the height of imbecility,
It was whoever said that grandparents have all the fun and none of the responsibility.
This is the most enticing spiderwebs of a tarradiddle ever spun,
Because everybody would love to have a baby around who was no responsibility and lots of fun,
But I can think of no one but a mooncalf or a gaby
Who would trust their own child to raise a baby.
So you have to personally superintend your grandchild from diapers to pants and from bottle to spoon,
Because you know that your own child hasn't sense enough to come in out of a typhoon.
You don't have to live forever to become a grampa, but if you do want to live forever,
Don't try to be clever;
If you wish to reach the end of the trail with an uncut throat,
Don't go around saying Quote I don't mind being a grampa but I hate being married to a gramma Unquote.
[But who would say that when Grammas are Gorgeous!]