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Tin Wedding Whistle
(February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)

Tin Wedding Whistle

Poem By Ogden Nash

What makes you 'think',
I am going to continue...
To put up with your intolerable behavior'

'I said I was....'

Who or WHAT do you think I am?
A pile of cheap sheets,
You attempt to sell overpriced at a flea market?
To have people believe they are getting a bargain?

'You wont give me a chance to apolo...'

Don't you dare say 'gize' to me.
Who do you think I am?

WHO 'is' Moontaine? '

I'm not the one here suffering,
From a convenient loss of memory.
And I'm not going to put up with yours any longer!

Who is Moontaine?
I have never heard of Moontaine! '

That's between you and your guilt ridden conscious.
I'm not putting up with it any longer.
That's it.

'Moontaine means nothing to me! '

But know this...
You can forget sleeping on high thread counts,
Ever again!

'What? '

You heard me.
And don't try to 'gize' me either.
Take that jive to Moontaine.

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