After reading a collection of Ogden Nash's poetry and watching two of the Thin Man movies, I felt foolhardy enough to attempt a Nash-like poem.
Nick Charles (Bill Powell) I do admire,
Though not for sleuthing prowess, nor his elegant attire,
Nor his mustache's pencil thinness (despite my own crayola smudge),
Nor the way he shoots a gat or throws a pundge,
Nor even how he set the suspects at the dinner party fidgetin'.
(Though I confess I envy this a smidgetin,
For I lose track of what each clue meant,
and would be tongue-tied at the denuement.)
I covet not his savoir faire
Nor Asta his fox terriaire.
But I would be a beamish boy
To have his Nora (Myrna Loy).