The Purist

On my blog today, I posted my favorite poem from High School. For this blog, I thought my favorite poem from Junior High would be more appropriate. Sherri has referrred to some of you people as seventh grade boys, you know...

The Purist
by Ogden Nash

I give you now Professor Twist,
A conscientious scientist,
Trustees exclaimed, "He never bungles!"
And sent him off to distant jungles.
Camped on a tropic riverside,
One day he missed his loving bride.
She had, the guide informed him later,
Been eaten by an alligator.
Professor Twist could not but smile.
"You mean," he said, "a crocodile."