Ogden Nash

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

Ogden Nash Poems

81. The Turtle 1/3/2003
82. The Termite 1/3/2003
83. So Does Everybody Else, Only Not So Much 1/13/2003
84. Good-By Now Or Pardon My Gauntlet 1/13/2003
85. Oh To Be Odd! 1/13/2003
86. The Duck 1/3/2003
87. Song Of The Open Road 1/3/2003
88. Winter Complaint 1/3/2003
89. What Almost Every Woman Knows Sooner Or Later 1/13/2003
90. One From One Leaves Two 1/3/2003
91. Very Like A Whale 1/3/2003
92. Look What You Did, Christopher! 1/13/2003
93. The Fly 1/13/2003
94. The People Upstairs 1/3/2003
95. My Dream 1/13/2003
96. à Bas Ben Adhem 1/13/2003
97. The Hippopotamus 1/3/2003
98. The Boy Who Laughed At Santa Claus 1/13/2003
99. Family Court 1/13/2003
100. More About People 1/3/2003
101. Listen... 1/3/2003
102. The Dog 1/13/2003
103. I Do, I Will, I Have 1/13/2003
104. Biological Reflection 1/13/2003
105. Old Men 1/3/2003
106. A Tale Of The Thirteenth Floor 1/13/2003
107. Crossing The Border 1/13/2003
108. Two Dogs Have I 1/3/2003
109. Come On In, The Senility Is Fine 1/13/2003
110. Columbus 1/3/2003
111. I Didn'T Go To Church Today 1/13/2003
112. Everybody Tells Me Everything 1/3/2003
113. A Caution To Everybody 1/13/2003
114. First Child ... Second Child 1/13/2003
115. Children's Party 1/13/2003
116. To My Valentine 1/13/2003
117. A Drink With Something In It 1/13/2003
118. The Tale Of Custard The Dragon 1/13/2003
119. Bankers Are Just Like Anybody Else, Except Richer 1/13/2003
120. Celery 1/3/2003

Comments about Ogden Nash

  • 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
    Has anyone ever heard it before?

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  • Embee Cee (10/2/2016 4:44:00 PM)

    From _Many Long Years Ago: _


    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

  • Goldheart Bird (8/20/2013 2:28:00 PM)

    Ogden is an awesome poet! He shows so much color and light! Some poems are funny, and silly I love them! ! ! !

  • Arushi Agarwal (6/26/2012 1:09:00 AM)

    ogden nash is an osum poet...! ! i just luv his poemzz...my most fav. poem is the muddlehead.....! ! ! srsly a classic poem he is.....! ! ! ! ..[3[3

  • Richard Walker (7/7/2007 8:35:00 PM)

    To Ogden Nash My Mentore-
    Your rhymes were so geniously simplistly eloquent.
    Better than anything before you came, or since you wuent.
    They gave new meaning to the word ‘intent’.
    I often wonder as I ponder –
    If Ogden Nash had lived to be a hundred and ninety-three
    the world of poetry would certainly have been blessed
    with a masterfully myriadical montage
    of wittirhymes and verseilines and perponderings in excessed!
    (and he wouldn’t be dead yet either)

  • Mo. (6/28/2007 9:14:00 AM)

    ''A classic poet! ''

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 Eel

I don't mind eels
Except as meals.

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