Laikam viens no skolas laiku mīļākajiem dzejolīšiem bija Ogden Nash radītais. Pateicoties tolaik piemitušajam fatālismam un maksimālismam.
Love is a word that is constantly heard,
Hate is a word that is not.
Love, I am told, is more precious than gold.
Love, I have read, is hot.
But hate is the verb that to me is superb,
And Love but a drug on the mart.
Any kiddie in school can love like a fool,
But Hating, my boy, is an Art.
I never saw a purple cow,
I never hope to see one
But I can tell you anyhow,
I'd rather see than be one.