Ogden Nash

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

Ogden Nash Poems

41. Reflection On Caution 1/13/2003
42. The Middle 1/13/2003
43. Lines Indited With All The Depravity Of Poverty 1/13/2003
44. Pg Wooster, Just As He Useter 1/3/2003
45. The Ant 1/3/2003
46. Reflection On A Wicked World 1/13/2003
47. The Firefly 1/13/2003
48. The Perfect Husband 1/13/2003
49. The Jellyfish 1/13/2003
50. Reflection On Babies 1/13/2003
51. The Shrimp 1/13/2003
52. The Hunter 1/13/2003
53. The Romantic Age 1/3/2003
54. The Eel 1/1/2004
55. The Clean Plater 1/13/2003
56. The Germ 1/3/2003
57. The Sniffle 1/3/2003
58. You Can Be A Republican, I'M A Genocrat 1/13/2003
59. No Doctor's Today, Thank You 1/13/2003
60. Lines To Be Embroidered On A Bib 1/13/2003
61. The Abominable Snowman 1/13/2003
62. Song To Be Sung By The Father Of Infant Female Children 1/3/2003
63. Lines On Facing Forty 1/13/2003
64. The Wasp 1/13/2003
65. Introspective Reflection 1/13/2003
66. The Terrible People 1/13/2003
67. So Does Everybody Else, Only Not So Much 1/13/2003
68. Lather As You Go 1/13/2003
69. The Cuckoo 1/3/2003
70. Oh To Be Odd! 1/13/2003
71. The Catsup Bottle 1/13/2003
72. The Octopus 1/13/2003
73. Song Of The Open Road 1/3/2003
74. The Cow 1/1/2004
75. Grandpa Is Ashamed 1/13/2003
76. The Camel 1/3/2003
77. To A Small Boy Standing On My Shoes While I Am Wearing Them 1/13/2003
78. Goody For Our Side And Your Side Too 1/3/2003
79. The Porcupine 1/13/2003
80. The Purist 1/3/2003

Comments about Ogden Nash

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

    your mom. is that right

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  • 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.

  • 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.

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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