A Drink With Something in It by Ogden Nash There is something about a Martin A tingle remarkably pleasant; A yellow, a mellow Martini; I wish I had one at present. There is something about a Martin
The Sunset Years of Samuel Shy by Ogden Nash Master I may be, But not of my fate. Now come the kisses, too many too Tell me, O Parcae, For fain would I know,
The Cuckoo by Ogden Nash Cuckoos lead Bohemian lives, They fail as husbands and as wives Therefore they cynically disparage Everybody else’s marriage.
I Never Even Suggested It by Ogden Nash I know lots of men who are in love And to fall out with their loved o They are conciliatory at every opp Because all they want is serenity Yes, many the swain who has finall
The Hippopotamus by Ogden Nash Behold the hippopotamus! We laugh at how he looks to us, And yet in moments dank and grim, I wonder how we look to him. Peace, peace, thou hippopotamus!
Kind of an Ode to Duty by Ogden Nash O Duty, Why hast thou not the visage of a Why displayest thou the countenanc conscientious organizing spinster That the minute you see her you ar
The Turtle by Ogden Nash The turtle lives twixt plated deck Which practically conceal its sex. I think it clever of the turtle In such a fix to be so fertile.
The Bargain by Ogden Nash As I was going to St. Ives I met a man with seven lives; Seven lives, In seven sacks, Like seven beeves
Samson Agonistes by Ogden Nash I test my bath before I sit, And I’m always moved to wondermen That what chills the finger not a Is so frigid upon the fundament.
