Do you ever get an ear worm? I do quite often. Usually it is a song lyric, but this morning it was
Ucky, Sucky, Blubbery.
Yes, you read that right. And what is it from? I thought I knew, and looked it up. Nothing like being somewhat correct as far as the poem. Thus, without further ado, here is the poem from which it came.
“The Wendigo”, by Ogden Nash
The Wendigo,
The Wendigo!
Its eyes are ice and indigo!
Its blood is rank and yellowish!
Its voice is hoarse and bellowish!
Its tentacles are slithery,
And scummy,
Slimy,
Leathery!
Its lips are hungry blubbery,
And smacky,
Sucky,
Rubbery!
The Wendigo,
The Wendigo!
I saw it just a friend ago!
Last night it lurked in Canada;
Tonight, on your veranada!
As you are lolling hammockwise
It contemplates you stomachwise.
You loll,
It contemplates,
It lollops.
The rest is merely gulps and gollops.
Ink, Yarn & Beer 
Must be a grim day. Running through my head are Kingston Trio lyrics:
They’re rioting in Africa,
They’re starving in Spain.
There’s hurricanes in Florida,
And Texas needs rain
The whole world is festering
With unhappy souls.
The French hate the Germans,
The Germans hate the Poles;
Italians hate Yugoslavs,
South Africans hate the Dutch,
And I don’t like anybody very much!
Oh, Kathy! I hope you are soon in a more cheerful mood! Me, Ogden Nash does it all the time – he just makes me laugh! I will say, though, that your lyrics gave me a good laugh too – not grim, but ironically funny. Hugs & Kisses!
I’ll be better tomorrow. I went to a funeral this morning (outside, all wearing masks) for the 55-year-old daughter of a dear friend who suddenly died last week for no reason. Heartbreaking.
Ogden Nash is usually a good laugh, I agree. Maybe I’ll look up some. I could use a good laugh.
That is sad when someone dies suddenly – it is a shock. Sorry to hear about this, for your friend and yourself. Do look up some Ogden – nothing like a good laugh in the midst of grief.
I like to tell the story of when my Dad died. He wasn’t an athlete, never played ball or did sports. He was an engineer to the core and clever. When he died, we had his remains cremated. The morning of the ashes being scattered, my silly brothers started tossing the box with his ashes back and forth. I was rather horrified, I admit! But then they said, “Hey, look, Mom. We are finally playing catch with Dad.”
Made a sad day much better.