The Germ por Ogden Nash A mighty creature is the germ, Though smaller than a pachyderm. His customary dwelling place Is deep within the human race. His childish pride he often please 2
The Romantic Age por Ogden Nash This one is entering her teens, Ripe for sentimental scenes, Has picked a gangling unripe male, Sees herself in a bridal veil, Presses lips and tosses head, 1
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
Morning Prayer por 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 Terrible People por Ogden Nash People who have what they want are And I wish I could afford to gath I dont’ mind their having a lot of But I do think that they damn wel But no, they insist on being steal
I Didn't Go to Church Today por Ogden Nash I didn’t go to church today, I trust the Lord to understand. The surf was swirling blue and whi The children swirling on the sand. He knows, He knows how brief my s
I’Ll Get One Tomorrow por Ogden Nash Barber, barber, come and get me; Hairy torrents irk and fret me. Hair and hair again appears; And climbs like ivy round my ears. Hair across my collar gambols;
Look What You Did, Cristopher! por Ogden Nash In fourteen hundred and ninety-two Someone sailed the ocean blue. Somebody borrowed the fare in Spa For a business trip on the boundin And to prove to the people, by act 1