Ogden Nash

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

Ogden Nash Poems

41. If He Were Alive Today, Mayhap, Mr. Morgan Would Sit On The Midget's Lap 1/3/2003
42. The Centipede 1/13/2003
43. Lines To Be Embroidered On A Bib 1/13/2003
44. Pg Wooster, Just As He Useter 1/3/2003
45. The Jellyfish 1/13/2003
46. The Rhinoceros 1/3/2003
47. Pretty Halcyon Days 1/3/2003
48. No, You Be A Lone Eagle 1/13/2003
49. Portrait Of The Artist As A Prematurely Old Man 1/3/2003
50. The Abominable Snowman 1/13/2003
51. The Cow 1/1/2004
52. Song To Be Sung By The Father Of Infant Female Children 1/3/2003
53. To A Small Boy Standing On My Shoes While I Am Wearing Them 1/13/2003
54. Reflections On Ice-Breaking 1/13/2003
55. Will Consider Situation 1/3/2003
56. Introspective Reflection 1/13/2003
57. The Cuckoo 1/3/2003
58. The Hunter 1/13/2003
59. Lines On Facing Forty 1/13/2003
60. So Does Everybody Else, Only Not So Much 1/13/2003
61. The Ant 1/3/2003
62. What's The Use? 1/13/2003
63. The Guppy 1/13/2003
64. Tableau At Twilight 1/3/2003
65. The Octopus 1/13/2003
66. You Can Be A Republican, I'M A Genocrat 1/13/2003
67. Lather As You Go 1/13/2003
68. The Clean Plater 1/13/2003
69. The Wasp 1/13/2003
70. The Porcupine 1/13/2003
71. The Termite 1/3/2003
72. No Doctor's Today, Thank You 1/13/2003
73. The Terrible People 1/13/2003
74. Song Of The Open Road 1/3/2003
75. Goody For Our Side And Your Side Too 1/3/2003
76. Tin Wedding Whistle 1/13/2003
77. The Camel 1/3/2003
78. The Purist 1/3/2003
79. The Germ 1/3/2003
80. Oh To Be Odd! 1/13/2003

Comments about Ogden Nash

  • 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?

  • 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.

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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