Lines to Be Embroidered on a Bib or the Child Is Father of the Man, But Not for Quite a While por Ogden Nash So Thomas Edison Never drank his medicine; So Blackstone and Hoyle Refused cod-liver oil; So Sir Thomas Malory
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
One From One Leaves Two por Ogden Nash Higgledy piggledy, my black hen, She lays eggs for gentlemen. Gentlemen come every day To count what my black hen doth la If perchance she lays too many,
The Turtle por 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.
What’s the Use? por Ogden Nash Sure, deck your limbs in pants, Yours are the limbs, my sweeting. You look divine as you advance . . Have you seen yourself retreating?
The Abominable Snowman por Ogden Nash I’ve never seen an abominable snow I’m hoping not to see one, I’m also hoping, if I do, That it will be a wee one.
Just Keep Quiet and Nobody Will Notice por Ogden Nash There is one thing that ought to b Which is that people ought to be t I don’t mean the kind of apologies Because I think that is sort of s No, I object to one kind of apolo
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 Middle por Ogden Nash When I remember bygone days I think how evening follows morn; So many I loved were not yet dead So many I love were not yet born.
