The Friday Poem: A Drink With Something In It, by Ogden Nash

As another week concludes, we end with a random poem. Famous poets, obscure poets, amateur poets, whatever poets--just a poem to cap off the week.

Like this one:


A Drink With Something In It, by Ogden Nash

There is something about a Martini,
A tingle remarkably pleasant;
A yellow, a mellow Martini;
I wish I had one at present.
There is something about a Martini,
Ere the dining and dancing begin,
And to tell you the truth,
It is not the vermouth--
I think that perhaps it's the gin.

World's richest woman is also part-time poet.

The world's richest woman, Gina Rinehart, recently said that in order to become a millionaire you simply need to work a lot. Which makes total sense when you consider she inherited $75 million to start her own empire.

She also writes poetry--poetry as amazingly crafted as you'd imagine a fantastically wealthy iron ore mining magnate to jot down in a moment of artistic inspiration--AND she had it engraved on a plaque which was placed on a 30-ton iron ore boulder. Top that, Emma Lazarus.



Let's get to the magic. I'm tingly with excitement:

Our Future
The globe is sadly groaning with debt, poverty and strife
And billions now are pleading to enjoy a better life
Their hope lies with resources buried deep within the earth
And the enterprise and capital which give each project worth
Is our future threatened with massive debts run up by political hacks
Who dig themselves out by unleashing rampant tax
The end result is sending Australian investment, growth and jobs offshore
This type of direction is harmful to our core
Some envious unthinking people have been conned
To think prosperity is created by waving a magic wand
Through such unfortunate ignorance, too much abuse is hurled
Against miners, workers and related industries who strive to build the world
Develop North Australia, embrace multiculturalism and welcome short term foreign workers to our shores
To benefit from the export of our minerals and ores
The world's poor need our resources: do not leave them to their fate
Our nation needs special economic zones and wiser government, before it is too late


Well, that was dreamy.

The poem's irregularity reminds me of Ogden Nash's poetry, while the inability to understand grammar reminds me of an illiterate 5th grader.

And it's safe to say 5th graders are among the world's greatest poets.





photo: The Telegraph