Ogden Nash

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

Ogden Nash Poems

81. Just Keep Quiet And Nobody Will Notice 1/3/2003
82. Song Of The Open Road 1/3/2003
83. The Turtle 1/3/2003
84. The Duck 1/3/2003
85. The Camel 1/3/2003
86. Tin Wedding Whistle 1/13/2003
87. What Almost Every Woman Knows Sooner Or Later 1/13/2003
88. Very Like A Whale 1/3/2003
89. Winter Complaint 1/3/2003
90. The Fly 1/13/2003
91. Further Reflections On Parsley 1/3/2003
92. Good-By Now Or Pardon My Gauntlet 1/13/2003
93. à Bas Ben Adhem 1/13/2003
94. The People Upstairs 1/3/2003
95. The Hippopotamus 1/3/2003
96. Look What You Did, Christopher! 1/13/2003
97. My Dream 1/13/2003
98. More About People 1/3/2003
99. I Do, I Will, I Have 1/13/2003
100. Old Men 1/3/2003
101. The Dog 1/13/2003
102. Two Dogs Have I 1/3/2003
103. Listen... 1/3/2003
104. A Tale Of The Thirteenth Floor 1/13/2003
105. Family Court 1/13/2003
106. The Boy Who Laughed At Santa Claus 1/13/2003
107. Biological Reflection 1/13/2003
108. Crossing The Border 1/13/2003
109. To My Valentine 1/13/2003
110. Columbus 1/3/2003
111. Everybody Tells Me Everything 1/3/2003
112. I Didn'T Go To Church Today 1/13/2003
113. A Caution To Everybody 1/13/2003
114. Come On In, The Senility Is Fine 1/13/2003
115. A Drink With Something In It 1/13/2003
116. Children's Party 1/13/2003
117. First Child ... Second Child 1/13/2003
118. Bankers Are Just Like Anybody Else, Except Richer 1/13/2003
119. The Tale Of Custard The Dragon 1/13/2003
120. A Lady Who Thinks She Is Thirty 1/3/2003

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)

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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.

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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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