The Solitary Huntsman by Ogden Nash The solitary huntsman No coat of pink doth wear, But midnight black from cap to spu Upon his midnight mare. He drones a tuneless jingle
I Yield to my Learned Brother or Is There a Candlestick Maker in the House? by Ogden Nash The doctor gets you when you’re bo The preacher, when you marry, And the lawyer lurks with costly c If too much on you carry. Professional men, they have no car
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.
You Can Be a Republican, I’M a Genocrat by Ogden Nash Oh, “rorty” was a mid-Victorian w Which meant “fine, splendid, jolly And often to me it has reoccurred In moments melancholy. For instance, children, I think i
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,
Introspective Reflection by Ogden Nash I would live all my life in noncha Were it not for making a living, w
The Germ by 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
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
