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. Morning Prayer 11/17/2015
4. Summer Serenade 5/12/2015
5. Nothing makes me sicker 10/31/2015
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. The Squab 1/13/2003
10. Samson Agonistes 1/13/2003
11. The Solitary Huntsman 1/3/2003
12. Spring Comes To Murray Hill 1/13/2003
13. The Perfect Husband 1/13/2003
14. Old Dr. Valentine To His Son 1/13/2003
15. The Centipede 1/13/2003
16. Reflection On Caution 1/13/2003
17. Reflection On The Fallibility Of Nemesis 1/13/2003
18. One Third Of The Calendar 1/13/2003
19. Peekabo, I Almost See You 1/13/2003
20. The Parent 1/13/2003
21. Kipling's Vermont 1/3/2003
22. The Joyous Malingerer 1/13/2003
23. The Middle 1/13/2003
24. The Sunset Years Of Samuel Shy 1/3/2003
25. Possessions Are Nine Points Of Conversation 1/13/2003
26. No Doctor's Today, Thank You 1/13/2003
27. Requiem 1/3/2003
28. Lines To Be Embroidered On A Bib 1/13/2003
29. Pg Wooster, Just As He Useter 1/3/2003
30. The Jellyfish 1/13/2003
31. Soliloquy In Circles 1/3/2003
32. The Bargain 1/3/2003
33. If He Were Alive Today, Mayhap, Mr. Morgan Would Sit On The Midget's Lap 1/3/2003
34. The Shrimp 1/13/2003
35. The Lion 1/13/2003
36. Pretty Halcyon Days 1/3/2003
37. The Eel 1/1/2004
38. Reflection On Babies 1/13/2003
39. To A Small Boy Standing On My Shoes While I Am Wearing Them 1/13/2003
40. The Sniffle 1/3/2003

Comments about Ogden Nash

  • Bill russell (12/3/2018 8:01:00 PM)

    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)

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  • Jean Portner (11/10/2018 12:58:00 PM)

    Old poem but I love it and can only remember the first part

  • Deborah Connolly (11/1/2018 8:50:00 AM)

    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?

  • Jim Malcolm (9/30/2018 3:16:00 AM)

    He found that rhyme is needed all the thyme
    But rhythm ythm!

  • Cynthia (9/28/2018 4:09:00 AM)

    poem that ends because in spring I get hay fever

  • Jim Traynham (9/13/2018 9:12:00 AM)

    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?

  • Albert Walsh (9/6/2018 10:58:00 AM)

    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.

  • John Peileke (8/11/2018 10:16:00 AM)

    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.

  • Mel Feldman (8/3/2018 11:28:00 AM)

    I love the work of Ogden Nash. I would like to read a Poem About New York City that I found to be Homorous

  • pokemon fan (7/19/2018 5:34:00 AM)

    i also hate poetry and i m seeig this for my classwork

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

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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