A POEM BY OGDEN NASH
Once there was an antelope
Who said, “I’ll write to Santa Clope.”
“You mean, my son to Santa Claus,”
His mother told the antelaus.
“I know, but Mom it never rhymes –
I’ve tried it half a dozen times!”
And so he wrote: “Dear Santa Climes,
Do you have skate for antelimes?”
“My son, see here, this will not do,”
His mother told the anteloo.
“It’s Santa Claus! Now try again.”
And so he wrote: “Dear Santa Clen,
I’d like some skates, I’d like a sled. . .”
“No, no,” said Mrs. Anteled,
“It’s Santa Claus, not Clope or Cled
Come quit this joke and go to bed.”
The outcome is that Santa Claus
Not hearing from the antelaus
Forgot to think of sleds and skates
And brought red flannel underwates!
Which makes me friends, in your behalf
Compose this final paragraph.
It’s sometimes best to stick to prose
When writing notes to Santa Close.