Nash Your Teeth

     Nash Your Teeth

Every now and againses
Before I come to my senses
I desire a life without consequences. 

I would hose down drunks,
Teach atheism to monks, 
Breed lilac-scented skunks. 

I would punch politicians
And use carbon emissions
To steal hats from magicians. 

I'd topple ancient runes,
Bound over Sahara's dunes,
And tour Jupiter's moons. 


And when I was done
With compunctionless fun
I'd dive into the sun.


I dedicate this to Ogden Nash, based chiefly on the non-word "againses"; the content does not particularly echo Nash, although he did delve into absurdities from time to time. Before anyone reminds me, I realize how "gnash" is spelled.