What’s Sauce Pour L’oie Is Sauce Pour L’ (Ogden Nash Poems)
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Ogden Nash Poems (124 Poems)
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My fellow man I do not care for.I often ask me, What's he there for?The only answer I can findIs, ...
À Bas Ben Adhem (Ogden Nash Poems)
My fellow man I do not care for.I often ask me, What's he there for?The only answer I can findIs, ...
Listen… (Ogden Nash Poems)
There is a knocking in the skull,An endless silent shoutOf something beating on a wall,And crying, "Let me out!"That solitary ...
Summer Serenade (Ogden Nash Poems)
When the thunder stalks the sky,When tickle-footed walks the fly,When shirt is wet and throat is dry,Look, my darling, thats ...
A crusader’s wife slipped from the garrison (Ogden Nash Poems)
A crusader's wife slipped from the garrison,And had an affair with a Saracen;She was not over-sexed,Or jealous or vexed,She just ...
The Swan (Ogden Nash Poems)
Scholars call the masculine swan a cob;I call him a narcissistic snob.He looks in the mirror over and over,And claims ...
The Pizza (Ogden Nash Poems)
Look at itsy-bitsy Mitzi!See her figure slim and ritzy!She eats aPizza!Greedy Mitzi!She no longer itsy-bitsy! (Ogden Nash)
Introspectiv (Ogden Nash Poems)
I would live all my life in nonchalance and insoucianceWere it not for making a living, which is rather a ...
The Cow (Ogden Nash Poems)
The cow is of the bovine ilk;One end is moo, the other, milk. (Ogden Nash)
The Fly (Ogden Nash Poems)
God in his wisdom made the flyAnd then forgot to tell us why. (Ogden Nash)
Reflection On A Wicked World (Ogden Nash Poems)
PurityIs obscurity. (Ogden Nash)
Further Reflections on Parsley (Ogden Nash Poems)
ParsleyIs gharsley. (Ogden Nash)
The Catsup Bottle (Ogden Nash Poems)
First a littleThen a lottle (Ogden Nash)
Reflection On Babies (Ogden Nash Poems)
A bit of talcumIs always walcum. (Ogden Nash)
The Eel (Ogden Nash Poems)
I don't mind eelsExcept as meals. (Ogden Nash)
The Jellyfish (Ogden Nash Poems)
Who wants my jellyfish?I'm not sellyfish! (Ogden Nash)
Reflections On Ice Breaking (Ogden Nash Poems)
CandyIs dandyBut liquorIs quicker (Ogden Nash)
A Drink With Something In It (Ogden Nash Poems)
There is something about a Martini, A tingle remarkably pleasant; A yellow, a mellow Martini; I wish I had one ...
First Child … Second Child (Ogden Nash Poems)
FIRST Be it a girl, or one of the boys, It is scarlet all over its avoirdupois, It is red, ...
More About People (Ogden Nash Poems)
When people aren't asking questions They're making suggestions And when they're not doing one of those They're either looking over ...
Requiem (Ogden Nash Poems)
There was a young belle of Natchez Whose garments were always in patchez. When comment arose On the state of ...
The Clean Plater (Ogden Nash Poems)
Some singers sing of ladies' eyes, And some of ladies lips, Refined ones praise their ladylike ways, And course ones ...
The Perfect Husband (Ogden Nash Poems)
He tells you when you've got on too much lipstick And helps you with your girdle when your hips stick. ...
To A Small Boy Standing On My Shoes While I Am Wearing Them (Ogden Nash Poems)
Let's straighten this out, my little man, And reach an agreement if we can. I entered your door as an ...
A Lady Who Thinks She Is Thirty (Ogden Nash Poems)
Unwillingly Miranda wakes, Feels the sun with terror, One unwilling step she takes, Shuddering to the mirror. Miranda in Miranda's ...
Good-By Now or Pardon My Gauntlet (Ogden Nash Poems)
Bring down the moon for genteel Janet; She's too refined for this gross planet. She wears garments and you wear ...
My Dream (Ogden Nash Poems)
This is my dream, It is my own dream, I dreamt it. I dreamt that my hair was kempt. Then ...
Samson Agonistes (Ogden Nash Poems)
I test my bath before I sit, And I'm always moved to wonderment That what chills the finger not a ...
The Cuckoo (Ogden Nash Poems)
Cuckoos lead Bohemian lives, They fail as husbands and as wives, Therefore they cynically disparage Everybody else's marriage. (Ogden Nash)