Poetry Time

I had posted this before but most probably it got lost with my Yahoo 360 blog. One of Ogden Nash's gems and a personal favourite.


Love is a word that is constantly heard,
Hate is a word that is not.
Love, I am told, is more precious than gold.
Love, I have read, is hot.
But hate is the verb that to me is superb,
And Love but a drug on the mart.
Any kiddie in school can love like a fool,
But Hating, my boy, is an Art.