Ogden Nash

(August 19, 1902 – May 19, 1971 / New York / United States)

The Porcupine - Poem by Ogden Nash

Any hound a porcupine nudges
Can't be blamed for harboring grudges.
I know one hound that laughed all winter
At a porcupine that sat on a splinter.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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