If He Were Alive Today, Mayhap, Mr. Morgan Would Sit on the Midget's Lap by Ogden Nash “Beep-beep. BANKERS TRUST AUTOMOB You’ll find a banker at Bankers T Advertisement in N.Y. Times When comes my second childhood,
Reprise by Ogden Nash Geniuses of countless nations Have told their love for generatio Till all their memorable phrases Are common as goldenrod or daisies Their girls have glimmered like th 1
Song of the Open Road by Ogden Nash Song of the Open Road I think that I shall never see A billboard as lovely as a tree. Perhaps unless the billboards fall I’ll never see a tree at all.
Soliloquy in Circles by Ogden Nash Being a father Is quite a bother. You are as free as air With time to spare, You’re a fiscal rocket
The Solitary Huntsman by Ogden Nash The solitary huntsman No coat of pink doth wear, But midnight black from cap to spu Upon his midnight mare. He drones a tuneless jingle
The Camel by Ogden Nash The camel has a single hump; The dromedary, two; Or else the other way around. I’m never sure. Are you?
You Can Be a Republican, I’M a Genocrat by Ogden Nash Oh, “rorty” was a mid-Victorian w Which meant “fine, splendid, jolly And often to me it has reoccurred In moments melancholy. For instance, children, I think i
One From One Leaves Two by Ogden Nash Higgledy piggledy, my black hen, She lays eggs for gentlemen. Gentlemen come every day To count what my black hen doth la If perchance she lays too many,