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Ogden Nash Poems
- Adventures Of Isabel Isabel met an enormous bear, Isabel, ...
- A Word To Husbands To keep your marriage brimming With love ...
- Always Marry An April Girl Praise the spells and bless the ...
- Fleas
- A Lady Who Thinks She Is Thirt... Unwillingly Miranda wakes, ...
- Common Cold Go hang yourself, you old M.D.! You shall not ...
- Celery
Born Frederick Ogden Nash on August 19, 1902 in Rye, New York.
An ancestor, General Francis Nash, gave his name to Nashville, Tennessee.
Raised in Rye, New York and Savannah, Georgia. Educated at St. George's School in Rhode Island and, briefly, Harvard University.
Started work writing advertising copy for Doubleday, Page Publishing, New York, in 1925.
Published first book for children, The Cricket of Caradon in 1925.
First published poem Spring Comes to Murray Hill appears in New Yorker magazine in 1930.
Joins staff at New Yorker in 1932.
Married Frances Rider Leonard on June 6, 1933. ... more »
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''I think remorse ought to stop biting the consciences that feed it.''
Ogden Nash (1902-1971), U.S. poet. "A Clean Conscience Never Relaxes," I'm a Stranger Here Myself (1938).
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''One man's remorse is another man's reminiscence.''
Ogden Nash (1902-1971), U.S. poet. A Clean Conscience Never Relaxes, I'm a Stranger Here Myself (1938).
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''Remorse is a violent dyspepsia of the mind.''
Ogden Nash (1902-1971), U.S. poet. "A Clean Conscience Never Relaxes," I'm a Stranger Here Myself (1938).
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''A door is what a dog is perpetually on the wrong side of.''
Ogden Nash (1902-1971), U.S. poet. A Dog's Best Friend Is his Illiteracy, The Private Dining Room (1953).
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''I do not like to get the news, because there has never been an era when so many things were going so right for so many of the wrong persons.''
Ogden Nash (1902-1971), U.S. poet. Everybody Tells Me Everything, The Face Is Familiar (1940).
Adventures Of Isabel
Isabel met an enormous bear,
Isabel, Isabel, didn't care;
The bear was hungry, the bear was ravenous,
The bear's big mouth was cruel and cavernous.
The bear said, Isabel, glad to meet you,
How do, Isabel, now I'll eat you!
Isabel, Isabel, didn't worry.
Isabel didn't scream or scurry.
She washed her hands and she straightened her hair up,
Then Isabel quietly ate the bear up.
Once in a night as black as pitch
Isabel met a wicked old witch.
the witch's face was cross and wrinkled,
The witch's gums with teeth were sprinkled.
Ho, ho, Isabel! the old witch ...
A 1-L lama, he's a beast, A 2-L lama, he's a beast, but I will get a silk pajama, there isn't any 3-L lama. (From memory from about 1953)
Old poem but I love it and can only remember the first part
One f my ekementary school teachers; a graduate of Boston Teacher's college quoted Ogden Nash one morning when I was a student in the early 60's about - no birds, no bees; no wonder November...I stll remeber that mornng poem but not all the words. Can anyone direct me to all the words of Ogden Nash's poem about November?
He found that rhyme is needed all the thyme
But rhythm ythm!
poem that ends because in spring I get hay fever
Poem about “lamas” that mentions three kinds: a one el lama (holy one) , a two el llama (animal) , and a three el lama (3 alarmer) . Can you find it?
I am looking for the source of “you stop in to have a few beers, the next thing you know there go 37 years.” Sounds like Nash and I’m almost sure it is but can’t find it.
I remember an fitting editorial epitaph,
all good things must come to pass...
and so it is with Ogden Nash
I think he would have liked that.
I love the work of Ogden Nash. I would like to read a Poem About New York City that I found to be Homorous
i also hate poetry and i m seeig this for my classwork