Pomes

To call what I write poems would be presumptuous. Even verse is too grand a name for my efforts. So, I call them pomes. The word has just the right ring, I think, to convey my hill-billy approach to rhyme and meter. Don't get me wrong, though; I'm full of awe for those who can write real poetry. I'm sure Keats and Shelley and Browning were all nice fellows--it's just that I can't make heads or tails of half of what they wrote. To me, Ogden Nash is about as near perfection as anybody has come in the poetary (I made that up) arts.

**Contents**
Rick's Rat	In Praise of Friday
Mabel Jones' Bones	Just Passin' Through
Southern Seas	Tree Hugger
Five Short Ones	King of the Hacks