The Boy Who Laughed at Santa Claus por Ogden Nash In Baltimore there lived a boy. He wasn’t anybody’s joy. Although his name was Jabez Dawes His character was full of flaws. In school he never led his classes
The Duck por Ogden Nash Behold the duck. It does not cluck. A cluck it lacks. It quacks. It is specially fond
To a Small Boy Standing on my Shoes While I am Wearing Them por Ogden Nash Let’s straighten this out, my litt And reach an agreement if we can. I entered your door as an honored My shoes are shined and my trouser And I won’t stretch out and read
The Solitary Huntsman por 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
First Child ... Second Child por Ogden Nash Be it a girl, or one of the boys, It is scarlet all over its avoirdu It is red, it is boiled; could the Have possibly been a lobstertricia His degrees and credentials were h
The Shrimp por Ogden Nash A shrimp who sought his lady shrim Could catch no glimpse Not even a glimp. At times, translucence Is rather a nuisance.
Lines on Facing Forty por Ogden Nash I have a bone to pick with fate, Come here and tell me girly, Do you think my mind is maturing l Or simply rotting early.
Tin Wedding Whistle por Ogden Nash Though you know it anyhow Listen to me, darling, now, Proving what I need not prove How I know I love you, love. Near and far, near and far,
Pretty Halcyon Days por Ogden Nash How pleasant to sit on the beach, On the beach, on the sand, in the With ocean galore within reach, And nothing at all to be done! No letters to answer,
