Good-By Now or Pardon my Gauntlet by Ogden Nash Bring down the moon for genteel J She’s too refined for this gross p She wears garments and you wear cl You buy stockings, she purchases h She say That is correct, and you
À Bas Ben Adhem by Ogden Nash My fellow man I do not care for. I often ask me, What’s he there f The only answer I can find Is, Reproduction of his kind. If I’m supposed to swallow that,
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,
Morning Prayer by Ogden Nash Now another day is breaking, Sleep was sweet and so is waking. Dear Lord, I promised you last ni Never again to sulk or fight. Such vows are easier to keep
The Hunter by Ogden Nash The hunter crouches in his blind ‘Neath camouflage of every kind And conjures up a quacking noise To lend allure to his decoys This grown-up man, with pluck and
The Canary by Ogden Nash The song of canaries Never varies, And when they’re moulting They’re pretty revolting.
