The Purist

I give you now Professor Twist,
A conscientious scientist,
Trustees exclaimed, "He never bungles!"
And sent him off to distant jungles.
Camped on a tropic riverside,
One day he missed his loving bride.
She had, the guide informed him later,
Been eaten by an alligator.
Professor Twist could not but smile.
"You mean," he said, "a crocodile."

by Ogden Nash

Comments (5)

So remember when you return back Into the world of lights and chaos Treasure to collect the colorful sacks That you've fantasized in the universe of black. Great stanza of a beautiful poem.
Treasure to collect the colorful sacks The most beautiful dreams you've ever seen Turns into dreadful nightmares you've never imagined. Cause you traversed from dark to light To eventually win and shine bright. Dream, reality, darkness and light, stars and the earth. Finally you land very positively. To win and shine bright. Yes that is your call. Thank you for this beautiful poem. tony
Wonderful realism entrapped in surrealism. You may like to read my ars poetica named as (Poetic Sense-1) Thanks Raj.
There is land of dream inside mind and feelings that is seen during sleep at night and dreaming about this gives wonderful feelings. Dreamland is magical. This is just like an empire. While life is guided by inner light we feel peace in dreamland and we walk in way of peace. This is a very powerful and brilliant poem presented with nice imagery....10
Anamika it's an amazing poem on dream and reality. Loved reading it ++10