Ogden Nash

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

Ogden Nash Poems

1. The Grackle 5/21/2015
2. Reprise 4/6/2015
3. Summer Serenade 5/12/2015
4. Nothing makes me sicker 10/31/2015
5. Morning Prayer 11/17/2015
6. Ice Breaking 2/10/2015
7. A Flea And A Fly In A Flue 2/4/2015
8. I'Ll Get One Tomorrow 4/28/2011
9. Samson Agonistes 1/13/2003
10. Pretty Halcyon Days 1/3/2003
11. Kipling's Vermont 1/3/2003
12. Spring Comes To Murray Hill 1/13/2003
13. Lines Indited With All The Depravity Of Poverty 1/13/2003
14. The Chipmunk 1/13/2003
15. Possessions Are Nine Points Of Conversation 1/13/2003
16. Tableau At Twilight 1/3/2003
17. The Joyous Malingerer 1/13/2003
18. The Praying Mantis 1/3/2003
19. The Solitary Huntsman 1/3/2003
20. Requiem 1/3/2003
21. The Sunset Years Of Samuel Shy 1/3/2003
22. Reflection On The Fallibility Of Nemesis 1/13/2003
23. If He Were Alive Today, Mayhap, Mr. Morgan Would Sit On The Midget's Lap 1/3/2003
24. The Squab 1/13/2003
25. Peekabo, I Almost See You 1/13/2003
26. Introspective Reflection 1/13/2003
27. Reflection On A Wicked World 1/13/2003
28. Portrait Of The Artist As A Prematurely Old Man 1/3/2003
29. The Middle 1/13/2003
30. The Lion 1/13/2003
31. The Bargain 1/3/2003
32. Goody For Our Side And Your Side Too 1/3/2003
33. Tin Wedding Whistle 1/13/2003
34. The Sniffle 1/3/2003
35. The Romantic Age 1/3/2003
36. The Shrimp 1/13/2003
37. The Centipede 1/13/2003
38. One Third Of The Calendar 1/13/2003
39. The Cantaloupe 1/13/2003
40. Lines To Be Embroidered On A Bib 1/13/2003

Comments about Ogden Nash

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

    These are worse than the dingleberries hanging from your bottom.

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

    i hate poetry
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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?

  • 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.

Best Poem of Ogden Nash

A Word To Husbands

To keep your marriage brimming
With love in the loving cup,
Whenever you’re wrong, admit it;
Whenever you’re right, shut up.

Read the full of A Word To Husbands

The Solitary Huntsman

The solitary huntsman
No coat of pink doth wear,
But midnight black from cap to spur
Upon his midnight mare.
He drones a tuneless jingle
In lieu of tally-ho:
“I’ll catch a fox
And put him in a box
And never let him go.”

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