An old poem rediscovered

A verse in the hand ...
                                                 

A verse in the hand is worth two in the book
(Inscribed in a gift copy of Ogden Nash's
Everyone but Thee and Me)

Once upon a Wednesday dreary
while I wandered weak and weary
up many a pulp-filled bookstore aisle,
suddenly I heard a giggle
and I saw a belly jiggle:
I knew right then that in a while
my search would end - ever more.

I found the book that caused the mirth
in the man whose mobile girth
first drew my eye this poet's way.
I opened it and felt a chuckle
start to loosen my belt buckle.
And so, my dear, for your birthday
accept this gift - there's nothing more.

Pax et bonum