Reflection on the Fallibility of Nemesis by Ogden Nash He who is ridden by a conscience Worries about a lot of nonscience; He without benefit of scruples His fun and income soon quadruples
Tableau at Twilight by Ogden Nash I sit in the dusk. I am all alone Enter a child and an ice-cream con A parent is easily beguiled By sight of this coniferous child. The friendly embers warmer gleam,
A Lady Who Thinks She Is Thirty by Ogden Nash Unwillingly Miranda wakes, Feels the sun with terror, One unwilling step she takes, Shuddering to the mirror. Miranda in Miranda’s sight
The Octopus by Ogden Nash Tell me, O Octopus, I begs Is those things arms, or is they l I marvel at thee, Octopus; If I were thou, I’d call me Us.
The Ant by Ogden Nash The ant has made himself illustrio Through constant industry industri So what? Would you be calm and placid, If you were full of formic acid?
The Centipede by Ogden Nash I objurgate the centipede, A bug we do not really need. At sleepy-time he beats a path Straight to the bedroom or the bat You always wallop where he’s not,
Common Cold by Ogden Nash Go hang yourself, you old M.D.! You shall not sneer at me. Pick up your hat and stethoscope, Go wash your mouth with laundry so I contemplate a joy exquisite 1
The Ostrich by Ogden Nash The ostrich roams the great Sahar Its mouth is wide, its neck is nar It has such long and lofty legs, I’m glad it sits to lay its eggs.
Portrait of the Artist as a Prematurely Old Man by Ogden Nash It is common knowledge to every sc That all sin is divided into two p One kind of sin is called a sin of And it is what you are doing when And the other kind of sin is just
The Pig by Ogden Nash The pig, if I am not mistaken; Supplies us sausage, ham, and baco Let others say his heart is big— I call it stupid of the pig.
