{"id":3372,"date":"2021-06-17T10:05:23","date_gmt":"2021-06-17T14:05:23","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/?p=3372"},"modified":"2021-06-17T10:05:25","modified_gmt":"2021-06-17T14:05:25","slug":"a-poem-for-a-thursday-134","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2021\/06\/17\/a-poem-for-a-thursday-134\/","title":{"rendered":"A Poem for a Thursday #134"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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I picked up this book…somewhere recently. I think off the free book rack at the library? I really don’t know but I am pleased I have it. Ogden Nash’s poetry is silly and fun and just what is needed to brighten a day. I laughed at his description of a rainy vacation. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\nRainy vacations\nTry people's patience.\nTo expect rain in the autumn\nExperience has tautumn,\nAnd rain in the spring and winter\nMakes no stories for the printer,\nBut rain on summer colonies\nBreeds misdemeanors and felonies.\nSummer cottages are meant just to sleep in,\nNot to huddle all day in a heap in,\nAnd whether at sea level or in higher places\nThere are not enough fireplaces,\nAnd the bookcase stares at you starkly\nAnd seems to be full of nothing but Volume II of the life\n        of Rutherford B. Hayes, and The Rosary by Florence\n        M. Barclay,\nAnd everybody wishes they had brought woolens and \n        tweeds instead of linens and foulards,\nAnd if you succeed in lining up four for bridge the only \n        deck turns out to have only fifty-one cards,\nAnd tennis rackets grow frazzled and golf sticks rusty and \n        bathing suits moldy,\nAnd parents grow scoldy,\nAnd on all sides you hear nothing but raindrops going\n        sputter-sput, sputter-sput,\nAnd bureau drawers won't open and bathroom doors won't\n        shut,\nAnd all attempts at amusement fail,\nEven reading the previous tenants' jettisoned mail,\nAlthough naturally it would never have been jettisoned\nIf it hadn't been reticent.\nBut you could stand everything if it wasn't for one \n       malignant committee,\nWhich is the one that turns the sun on again just as you \n       are leaving for the city.\nYes indeed, rainy vacations\nCertainly try people's patience. \n\n\"Tomorrow, Partly Cloudy\"\nOgden Nash<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I picked up this book…somewhere recently. I think off the free book rack at the library? I really don’t know but I am pleased I have it. Ogden Nash’s poetry is silly and fun and just what is needed to brighten a day. I laughed at his description of a rainy vacation. Rainy vacations Try people’s patience. To expect rain in the autumn Experience has tautumn, And rain in the spring and winter Makes no stories for the printer, But rain on summer colonies Breeds misdemeanors and felonies. Summer cottages are meant just to sleep in, Not to huddle all day in a heap in, And whether at sea level or in higher places There are not enough fireplaces, And the bookcase stares at you starkly And seems to be full of nothing but Volume II of the life of Rutherford B. Hayes, and The Rosary by Florence M. Barclay, And everybody wishes they had brought woolens and tweeds instead of linens and foulards, And if you succeed in lining up four for bridge the only deck turns out to have only fifty-one cards, And tennis rackets grow frazzled and golf sticks rusty and bathing suits moldy, And parents grow scoldy, And on all sides you hear nothing but raindrops going sputter-sput, sputter-sput, And bureau drawers won’t open and bathroom doors won’t shut, And all attempts at amusement fail, Even reading the previous tenants’ jettisoned mail, Although naturally it would never have been jettisoned If it hadn’t been reticent. But you could stand everything if it wasn’t for one malignant committee, Which is the one that turns the sun on again just as you are leaving for the city. Yes indeed, rainy vacations Certainly try people’s patience. “Tomorrow, Partly Cloudy” Ogden Nash<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":3373,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3372","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poem-for-a-thursday"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3372","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3372"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3372\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3375,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3372\/revisions\/3375"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/3373"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3372"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3372"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3372"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}