Ogden Nash

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

Comments about Ogden Nash

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

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

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  • 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?

  • Betty (11/13/2017 1:23:00 PM)

    I was taught a Nash poem many years ago, I thought was called November:
    No morn
    no noon
    no night
    no noon
    November.
    Has anyone ever heard it before?

  • hhhzyehd (11/10/2017 1:10:00 PM)

    Juajesmee

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  • Embee Cee (10/2/2016 4:44:00 PM)

    From _Many Long Years Ago: _

    THE PARTY

    Come Arabella, fetch the cake,
    On a dish with silver handles.
    Oh mercy! Feel the table shake!
    Lucinda, light the candles.
    For Mr. Migg is thir-ty,
    Is thir- ty,
    Is thir- -ty.
    The years are crawling over him
    Like wee red ants.
    Oh, three times ten is thir-ty,
    Is for- ty,
    Is fif- -ty.
    The further off from England
    The nearer is to France.

    The little flames they bob and jig,
    The dining hall is breezy.
    Quick! puff your candles, Mr. Migg,
    The little flames die easy.
    For Mr. Migg is for-ty,
    Is for- ty,
    Is for- -ty.
    The years are crawling over him
    Like wee red ants.
    Oh, four times ten is for-ty,
    Is fif- ty,
    Is six- -ty,
    And creeping through the icing,
    The other years advance.

    Why Arabella, here's a ring!
    Lucinda, here's a thimble!
    For Mr. Migg there's not a thing-
    'Tis not, I trust, a symbol!
    For Mr. Migg is fif-ty,
    Is fif- ty,
    Is fif- -ty.
    The years are crawling over him
    Like wee red ants.
    Oh, five times ten is fif-ty,
    Is six- ty,
    Is seven- -ty.
    Lucinda, put the cake away.
    We're going to the dance.

  • Linda Noble Linda Noble (4/23/2016 9:30:00 AM)

    For years snippets of a Nash poem come to my mind near my birthday: The years are crawling over us like wee red ants. Put away the cake Miranda, we're all going to dance! I have googled this repeatedly from year to year, with no success. Please help! I know I read it in a Public Speaking class in high school, about 1963. Redding, California.

  • Beverly Margolis-kurtin (10/30/2014 8:09:00 PM)

    I've been hunting down the parody that the honorable Mr.Nash did on Poe's The Raven. I tried several times to perform it during a public speaking course and never could make it all the way through without cracking up myself along with the class.
    His bit about a pelican is my all time favorite. I abhor people who try to blandly try to SAY limericks instead of performing them as they should be.
    I'd love to find his Raven. It was in my English textbook which, sadly for me, I lost a few decades ago.

  • S B (5/5/2014 5:50:00 PM)

    Amazing poet! Truly a classic poet who can use words to his advantage

  • Goldheart Bird (8/20/2013 2:28:00 PM)

    Ogden is an awesome poet! He shows so much color and light! Some poems are funny, and silly I love them! ! ! !
    Allison

  • Arushi Agarwal (6/26/2012 1:09:00 AM)

    ogden nash is an osum poet...! ! i just luv his poemzz...my most fav. poem is the muddlehead.....! ! ! srsly a classic poem he is.....! ! ! ! ..[3[3

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 ...

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Old Men

People expect old men to die,
They do not really mourn old men.
Old men are different. People look
At them with eyes that wonder when…
People watch with unshocked eyes;
But the old men know when an old man dies.

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