Ogden Nash

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

Comments about Ogden Nash

  • i hate poetry (4/15/2018 3:22:00 AM)

    I'm just finding aanswer for homeworkk man....

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  • A student who hates poetry (4/7/2018 9:13:00 AM)

    I’m just here to do my homework

  • A struggling student (3/28/2018 6:18:00 PM)

    Yo im just tryna find answers for my homework

  • Dr. Dingleberries (2/20/2018 1:42:00 PM)

    These are worse than the dingleberries hanging from your bottom.

  • dr.poppypants (2/20/2018 11:18:00 AM)

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  • mr. cupcakes (2/20/2018 8:59:00 AM)

    your mom. is that right

  • Lynn geer (1/18/2018 9:22:00 AM)

    Here comes me in my brand new car. Who knows this one

  • Stephen M. Marson, Ph.D. (1/14/2018 11:42:00 AM)

    Nash had a line in one of his poems that included the idea that if he had a million dollars he would write a book and with the million he would buy all his books concluding that he would be rich living off the royalies and he would have a bunch of really good books. Anyone know the poem?

  • Arthur Panaro (12/23/2017 12:24:00 PM)

    Ogden included in a poem a play on the word gorgonzola.... who knows this one?

  • Will S. (12/16/2017 3:39:00 PM)

    Question. There's a poem about cocktails. One verse is... There's something a bout a martini...
    ...It may be the vermouth, but to tell you the truth I think it's the gin. Or something like that.
    Does anyone know the name of the poem, or that verse?

Best Poem of Ogden Nash

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 ...

Read the full of Adventures Of Isabel

à Bas Ben Adhem

My fellow man I do not care for.
I often ask me, What's he there for?
The only answer I can find
Is, Reproduction of his kind.
If I'm supposed to swallow that,
Winnetka is my habitat.
Isn't it time to carve Hic Jacet
Above that Reproduction racket?

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