Ogden Nash

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

Ogden Nash Poems

121. A Lady Who Thinks She Is Thirty 1/3/2003
122. Common Cold 1/3/2003
123. Fleas 1/13/2003
124. Always Marry An April Girl 1/13/2003
125. A Word To Husbands 1/3/2003
126. Adventures Of Isabel 1/13/2003

Comments about Ogden Nash

  • 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)

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  • Mo. (6/28/2007 9:14:00 AM)

    ''A classic poet! ''

  • Milla Elphaba (10/12/2006 4:49:00 PM)

    Mr.Nash delivers quite nicely
    making use of comedy and also being a bit ice-y
    He puts it down bluntly
    and some poems are quite stunt-ly

  • Vikram Aarella - The Poem Shooter (5/18/2006 1:27:00 PM)

    I liked couple of poems of Mr Nash which i read.

  • Julia Nicholls (4/24/2006 5:49:00 PM)

    Ogden Nash was quite funny
    Using words that were quite pun-ny
    Instead of writing poems that had no strife
    He could have gone out, and got himself a life

  • Kimberly Kastner (4/22/2006 2:28:00 PM)

    I like his poem 'The Tale Of Custard The Dragon.' So cute!

  • Lawrence Scrivener (3/23/2005 12:34:00 AM)

    What a clever persona was Ogden Nash,
    Expounding his truth as well as his trash.
    Some works proffered wit,
    Some others pure grit,
    With most saturated in balderdash.

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 ...

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à Bas Ben Adhem

My fellow man I do not care for.
I often ask me, What's he there for?
The only answer I can find
Is, Reproduction of his kind.
If I'm supposed to swallow that,
Winnetka is my habitat.
Isn't it time to carve Hic Jacet
Above that Reproduction racket?

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