[After Ogden Nash]
You may loll while water droplets spray over you like
confetti,
Think of nothing much or most everything, lofty thoughts or
petty,
On a jetty.
You may live on air or dream of being John Paul Getty,
Write raving great poems worthy of Lawrence Ferlinghetti,
You could count yourself the king of infinite space, or a
yeti,
On a jetty.
You may draw in the fish with a hook and never get sweaty,
Live like the Romans on a diet of marinara spaghetti,
Recline all summer and even in August watch the sun settee
On a jetty.
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