Lather as You Go by Ogden Nash Beneath this slab John Brown is stowed. He watched the ads And not the road.
A Lady Who Thinks She Is Thirty by Ogden Nash Unwillingly Miranda wakes, Feels the sun with terror, One unwilling step she takes, Shuddering to the mirror. Miranda in Miranda’s sight
Very Like a Whale by Ogden Nash One thing that literature would be Would be a more restricted employm metaphor. Authors of all races, be they Gre Can’t seem just to say that anythi
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
The Cantaloupe by Ogden Nash One cantaloupe is ripe and lush, Another’s green, another’s mush. I’d buy a lot more cantaloupe If I possessed a fluoroscope.
Tin Wedding Whistle by Ogden Nash Though you know it anyhow Listen to me, darling, now, Proving what I need not prove How I know I love you, love. Near and far, near and far,
Spring Comes to Murray Hill by Ogden Nash I sit in an office at 244 Madison And say to myself You have a resp Why then do you fritter away your If you have a sore throat you can If you have a sore foot you can ge
What's the Use? by 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? 1
Old Men by Ogden Nash People expect old men to die, They do not really mourn old men. Old men are different. People loo At them with eyes that wonder when People watch with unshocked eyes;
