I was going to share a different poem by Ogden Nash (and I still will) but then I realized that, it being the last day of April, this one would also be appropriate. (And also very sweet.)
Always Marry An April Girl Praise the spells and bless the charms, I found April in my arms. April golden, April cloudy, Gracious, cruel, tender, rowdy; April soft in flowered languor, April cold with sudden anger, Ever changing, ever true -- I love April, I love you.
And here's the other -- a bit sillier, a bit more ogdenational -- which won out over the even sillier I'll Get One Tomorrow purely because it's short and it takes time to write these out correctly.
The Grackle The grackle's voice is less than mellow, His heart is black, his eye is yellow, He bullies more attractive birds With hoodlum deeds and vulgar words, And should a human interfere, Attacks that human in the rear. I cannot help but deem the grackle An ornithological debacle.
Just in case you were starting to think good poetry was always bleak and depressing. (Or that I thought so.)