Wits, Whims, and Wicked Kids Poetry for Children

2024-06-05

Mr. Oz has done his very best to live off iambs and find shelter in stanzas, and he has not died yet. For more on this strange capacity to live in poetry, please refer to Ms Emily Dickinson's I Dwell in Possibility.

H. E. D. Oz fell from a tree in 1975 and was picked up and cared for by two very well-meaning idealists who nurtured in him a set of very bad habits, the worst of which was a completely unprofitable love of poetry.