If a pig wore a wig,
What could we say?
Treat him as a gentleman,
And say 'Good day.'
If his tail chanced to fail,
What could we do? -
Send him to the tailoress
To get one new.
by Ogden NashThe hands of the clock were reaching high
In an old midtown hotel;
I name no name, but its sordid fame
Is table talk in hell.
I name no name, but hell's own flame
Illumes the lobby garish,