Ogden Nash

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

Ogden Nash Poems

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

  • Lynn geer (1/18/2018 9:22:00 AM)

    Here comes me in my brand new car. Who knows this one

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  • 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.

  • S B (5/5/2014 5:50:00 PM)

    Amazing poet! Truly a classic poet who can use words to his advantage

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

Two Dogs Have I

For years we've had a little dog,
Last year we acquired a big dog;
He wasn't big when we got him,
He was littler than the dog we had.
We thought our little dog would love him,
Would help him to become a trig dog,
But the new little dog got bigger,
And the old little dog got mad.

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