6.12.2026 – come mollygrubs and

come mollygrubs and
collywobbles! come, gloom that
limps and misery

Come, megrims, mollygrubs and collywobbles!
Come, gloom that limps, and misery that hobbles!
Come also, most exquisite melancholiage
As dank and decadent as November foliage!
I crave to shudder in your moist embrace
To feel your oystery fingers on my face

This is my hour of sadness and of soulfulness
And cursed be he who dissipates my dolefulness
I do not desire to be cheered
I desire to retire, I am thinking of growing a beard
A sorrowful beard, with a mournful, a dolorous hue in it
With ashеs and glue in it

I want to be drunk with despair
I want to carеss my care
I do not wish to be blithe
I wish to recoil and writhe
I will revel in cosmic woe
And I want my woe to show
This is the morbid moment
This is the ebony hour

Aroint thee, sweetness and light!
I want to be dark and sour!
Away with the bird that twitters!
All that glitters is jitters!
Roses, roses are gray
Violets cry Boo! and frighten me
Sugar is stimulating
And people conspire to brighten me

Go hence, people, go hence!
Go sit on a picket fence!
Go gargle with mineral oil
Go out and develop a boil!

Melancholy is what I brag and boast of
Melancholy I mean to make the most of
You beaming optimists shall not destroy it
But while I am it, I intend to enjoy it

Go, people, stuff your mouths with soap
And remember, please, that when I mope, I mope!

So Penseroso by Ogden Nash as published in I’m a stranger here myself by Ogden Nash (Boston: Little, Brown and Co., 1937) and meant to be a response to Il Penseroso (“the thinker”) is a poem by John Milton that opens with a prelude to author’s invocation of Melancholy.

Don’t know about that but gosh and boy howdy, if I could sum it all up right now ….

Melancholy is what I brag and boast of

Melancholy I mean to make the most of

You beaming optimists shall not destroy it

But while I am it, I intend to enjoy it

Go, people, stuff your mouths with soap

And remember, please, that when I mope, I mope!

WHY do I feel this way?

It’s like that quote of Robert Kennedy SENIOR along the lines of ‘I dream big dreams and ask, why not?’

I mope and I welcome megrims, mollygrubs and collywobbles, gloom that limps, and misery that hobbles because, why not?

PS: According to wikipedia, At the time of his death in 1971, The New York Times said his “droll verse with its unconventional rhymes made him the country’s best-known producer of humorous poetry.

I was also interested to learn Mr. Nash had lived for a while in Savannah.

For the introduction to The Savannah Cook Book by Harriet Ross Colquitt (1933), Mr. Nash supplied this:

Pilgrim’s Progress is a good book, and so, I am told, is
Deuteronomy,
But neither is to be compared with this epic of gastronomy.
Some people have to die to get to heaven, and others hitch-
bike in fiery chariots,
But really intelligent people stay home alive and have heaven
served to them out of this volume of Miss Harriet’s,
For as everybody knows, life on Savannah victuals
Is just one long round of Madeira and skictuals.
Certainly every schoolboy knows that famous remark made
by the late Mark Hanna:
“I care not who makes our Presidents as long as I can eat in
Savannah.”
If you like dishes made out of a piece of lettuce and ground-
up peanuts and a maraschino cherry and marshmallow
whip and a banana
You will not get them in Savannah,
But if you seek something headier than nectar and tastier
than ambrosia and more palatable than manna,
Set your teeth, I beg you, in one of these specialties de Savannah.
Everybody has the right to think whose food is the most
gorgeous,
And I nominate Georgia’s.

Can’t say why I decided to include but that it made me smile a little bit on a dark morning.

And that piece, Four Seasons Opus 8 – Concerto No.1 (Spring) Antonio Vivaldi Live • Classic FM • Fri 12th is playing on the radio with Joshua Bell .. surely maybe this is my hour of sadness and of soulfulness, but there has to be more to today than this morbid moment.

Otherwise, And remember, please, that when I mope, I mope!