A stitch too late............
Today was one of those days when I was very slow. I had this flu-ish feeling which gave me a heavy head and made my legs feel like jelly. All I managed after getting up was packing Big G's school box and putting up tea before lying down for another half hour of a snooze before waking up the child and getting her dressed. I dropped her to school somehow, and got back home and just collapsed to sleep the bug off. Thankfully, my strong constitution came to my rescue and I am feeling much better now.
Only thing is I've been a bit late with the post for the day. I am seeing it's raining poetry in Blogworld today, see here and here. I thought of sharing with you this verse read a long long ago during my schooldays but which stood out for his wit and humour. So here it is in original..........
A Stitch too late is my Fate ~ Ogden Nash
There are some people of whom I would certainly like to be one,
Who are the people who get things done.
They balance their checkbooks every month and their figures
always agree with the bank's,
And they are prompt in writing letters of condolence or thanks.
They never leave anything to chance,
But always make reservations in advance.
When they get out of bed they never neglect to don slippers
so they never pick up athlete's foot or a cold or a splinter,
And they hang their clothes up on hangers every night and
put their winter clothes away every summer
and their summer clothes away every winter.
Before spending any money they insist on getting
an estimate or a sample,
And if they lose anything from a shoelace to a diamond ring
it is covered by insurance more than ample.
They have budgets and what is more they live inside of them,
Even though it means eating things made by recipes
clipped from the Sunday paper that you'd think they would have died from them.
They serve on committees
And improve their cities
They are modern knight errants
Who remember their godchildren's birthdays and the anniversaries
of their godchildren's parents,
And in cold weather they remember the birds and supply them with
sunflower seed and suet,
And whatever they decide to do, whether it's to save
twentyfive percent of their salary or learn Italian or write a musical comedy or touch their toes a hundred times every morning before breakfast,
why they go ahead and do it.
People who get things done lead contented lives, or at least I guess so,
And I certainly wish that either I were more like them or they were less so.
Only thing is I've been a bit late with the post for the day. I am seeing it's raining poetry in Blogworld today, see here and here. I thought of sharing with you this verse read a long long ago during my schooldays but which stood out for his wit and humour. So here it is in original..........
A Stitch too late is my Fate ~ Ogden Nash
There are some people of whom I would certainly like to be one,
Who are the people who get things done.
They balance their checkbooks every month and their figures
always agree with the bank's,
And they are prompt in writing letters of condolence or thanks.
They never leave anything to chance,
But always make reservations in advance.
When they get out of bed they never neglect to don slippers
so they never pick up athlete's foot or a cold or a splinter,
And they hang their clothes up on hangers every night and
put their winter clothes away every summer
and their summer clothes away every winter.
Before spending any money they insist on getting
an estimate or a sample,
And if they lose anything from a shoelace to a diamond ring
it is covered by insurance more than ample.
They have budgets and what is more they live inside of them,
Even though it means eating things made by recipes
clipped from the Sunday paper that you'd think they would have died from them.
They serve on committees
And improve their cities
They are modern knight errants
Who remember their godchildren's birthdays and the anniversaries
of their godchildren's parents,
And in cold weather they remember the birds and supply them with
sunflower seed and suet,
And whatever they decide to do, whether it's to save
twentyfive percent of their salary or learn Italian or write a musical comedy or touch their toes a hundred times every morning before breakfast,
why they go ahead and do it.
People who get things done lead contented lives, or at least I guess so,
And I certainly wish that either I were more like them or they were less so.
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who are these $%%$#$% people!!??!!
ReplyDeleteBy the way, thanks so much for linking to me!!! :))
Well they exist, I happen to know a couple of them:) And I get such a complex, I tell you. You are welcome, Roshni!
DeleteI love ogden Nash!! Its on my list to read all his poems :)
ReplyDeleteGood to know u are better now..the one luxury moms don't have is the luxury of falling sick!
I want to read his poems too! Yes, that's true, can't even take my own time to get well.
DeletePerfect people I say :)too hard to find.
ReplyDeleteReally, I think most people are pretty much sorted save for me:)
DeleteGood to know you are feeling better...
ReplyDeleteI loveeeeeeeeeeeeedddd this poem....Thanks for sharing...
And Amen to the last line....
He he, I like that too, wishful thinking though it is. Yes I'm fine now, thanks:)
Deletesuch people intimidate me..I'd always feel inadequate..:-)
ReplyDeleteI wish I achieve half of what these perfect beings do!
He he, same here, I know a couple of such people, and really wonder how they do it. But it hasn't rubbed off on me in any way, so that's how I am wired genetically:)
DeleteOMG! So much perfection! I dont thinl that i would be able to achieve half of this-i would rather have them "less so" ...
ReplyDeleteHa ha, that's true, most of us would wish for that, I think!
DeleteAnd i hope you are back to your usual self by now.
ReplyDeleteThank you, I am doing fine:)
DeleteWhat a delightful poem! I am one of those people who dreams of being super-efficient, too, but am not. :D But then, that's okay. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks for the mention!
Ha ha, I started off like that, now know my strengths and weaknesses:) Such a delightful piece of verse!
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