That was nasty good.. I could not get the picture to come up.
Rated with hugs

I fixed it, Linda. Thanks.

Just think, if you remove that word from your life, you have a pretty nice life.

That was doggerel good !
~R

I hear it all the time, Christine. The kids use it whenever they don't like something. I've been thinking of this for a while now after our middle son, 21, who had a bad sore throat, said he didn't want to gargle with peroxide because it tasted nasty. I've been gargling with it every day for about 20 years now, and I haven't had a sore throat in all that time. They appear, but the peroxide quickly staunches them.

Fusie, you know doggerel's my thang. Thanks, girl.

R for nasty good. Thanks for sharing Matt

Yikes to the ending, but you make a good point in a wonderfully entertaining way.

I grew up where "nasty" was used to describe the flavor of something -- and "nasty" and "tasty" could be considered to rhyme. Honest. You too?

Ooooh Nasty nasty. Well done.

Wow, you're cute (strange hat though), lucky Mrs. P! Oh my this was funny, do they stretch out the a with a nasal tone na-asty?

Write one for my mom, please please immortalize the insanity for me. She only says nasty for one thing but it doesn't translate well into English. She calls my girls "nasty girls" and I can't get it through her head the word is naughty. She just gets confused if they start singing "do you think I'm a nasty girl?" She doesn't know it's a song, my life is as good as yours, we should drink.

:) r.

Nasty is one of the nastiest words I know. But your poem is nice.

Well done Matt! Oh the dangers of programming our children with the wrong codes. I cannot approach fans now...and I only hope it does not one day lead to my demise.

Thanks, Conrad. Kinda fun to say it, ain't it.

That's what got me onto it, Heidibeth, when my son refused to gargle with peroxide even tho he was miserable. Nasty won out.

I didn't, Bard, but my wife did, evidently - or picked it up along the way. She hardly ever says it anymore, but it's the kids' favorite word when they don't like something.

Thanks, Zumalicious. Always glad to have the pirate chieftainess aboard.

Bleue, they stretch it out and make a face as if they've smelled doom. My grandmother would say it occasionally - she was German - but my mom never did that I recall. I've learned to resent it from the kids.

Jon, :) back atcha, bubba.

Thanks, Mary. I dislike it so much I would say it today only jokingly.

"Fans," Doug? Something new (to me) emerges from you every day - er, in a virtual sense.

Oh, Bleue, almost forgot. The cap. Bought it from a local vender who makes them for NFL teams. This is the Green Bay Packers. It was cool yesterday and I wanted to add a bit of color to my new avatar.

When my kids friends look at a plate of, say, sauteed yellow squash and onions I lovingly cook and serve them and they announce that vegetables are "nasty," I just want to smack 'em! It is one of those catch-all words here and it makes me cringe! But I'm a mom of teeneagers. A lot ticks me off these days...

don't like no nasty girl

I don't like nasty food

The only nasty thing I like

Is a nasty groove

Will this one do?

From Janet. Ms. Jackson, if you're nasty.

"Nasty" has morphed, among my sons and their contemporaries, into something good, the way "bad" became "good" in the 70's.

SOOOO Detroit.:D Thanks

"Nasty." Very D.C. kind of word. (At least for the 15 and under crowd.)~r

You're a man with talent!

Nasty, man.

Or tasty, man.

Excellent!
I thought for a minute you had plagiarized Shel Silverstein. But then I remembered... oh it's Matt.

I feel similarly, Linnn. I want to say, "You think this is nasty? If I pushed your face in it, that would be nasty!"

Lezlie, it's almost onomatopoeic. To say it with the proper inflection, the face has to almost sneer, nee-yassty, and you almost expect to see snot oozing out.

Thanks for aggravating my nightmare, Con, but I find it hard to grasp the visual of someone saying "nasty" with admiration in their eyes.

Motown? Seems like it's catching on everywhere, tg. Probly some role model on punk TV says it. Would that they switched to something I can handle, like gadzooks.

See? Joan says it's D.C., too. Maybe some asshole in Congress started it.

Patricia, puh-leeze! We're trying to keep this in the gutter.

Generous of you, tomreedtoon, but I could never write a Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. I'd break out in pimples doing the research. Nice interview on NPR the other day with Roald's daughter. I never knew how to pronounce his name. Thought it was Ronald with a typo. Evidently it's Norwegian, which would explain the dark humor.

I prefer the second, Sheba.

Actually, Fay, I had Doc Seuss in mind, but Silverstein. Yeah. Might have gotten to meet him at the National Book Festival last weekend if we'd gone. He must be getting up there.

I like it! Those are three words I rarely string together when speaking of poetry, but this time they fit. Oh and what's up with the new picture? I hope you don't expect me to put in a close-up of my ugly mug in my blog, that would scare all my readers off.

I'm honored, David! I figured it was time to let froggy go hibernate and put me own mug up there. The silly looking stocking cap was made by a local craftsperson. It celebrates this year's roller coaster thrills promised by my brothers the Green Bay Cheeseheads.

David, tell you what. If Primrose Lane ever makes it into the commercial jungle I'll set up a pose like yours with the smiling author holding a copy. On second thought, better not. Don't want people to get us confused and buy yours instead of mine. ;-|

Nastylicious! ;)

Hmm....food for thought....