Further Reflections on Parsley (Ogden Nash)

This little poem (5 syllables!) by Ogden Nash is an epigram on that bit of green that "decorates" your plate at restaurants. The title is full of pomp (and at 8 syllables is almost double the length of the poem) and I don't know where (but doubt if) the original reflections on parsley are to be found.

Are all epigrams poems? How is this epigram a poem? Or is it a poem which I am falsely calling an epigram?

What is a poem is such a difficult question to satisfactorily answer. Maybe that will be a good post for a later date.

Favorite line: "Parsley" (hahha)