What Almost Every Woman Knows Sooner or Later by Ogden Nash Husbands are things that wives hav And with whom they breakfast with They interfere with the discipline And forget anniversaries, And when they have been particular
The Firefly by Ogden Nash The firefly’s flame Is something for which science has I can think of nothing eerier Than flying around with an unident person’s posteerier.
The Ant by Ogden Nash The ant has made himself illustrio Through constant industry industri So what? Would you be calm and placid, If you were full of formic acid?
Everybody Tells Me Everything by Ogden Nash I find it very difficult to enthus Over the current news. Just when you think that at least And that is why I do not like the
Soliloquy in Circles by Ogden Nash Being a father Is quite a bother. You are as free as air With time to spare, You’re a fiscal rocket
Come on in, the Senility is Fine by Ogden Nash People live forever in Jacksonvil But you don’t have to live forever The entrance requirements for gram You only have to live until your c From that point on you start looki
Lines to Be Embroidered on a Bib by Ogden Nash So Thomas Edison Never drank his medicine; So Blackstone and Hoyle Refused cod-liver oil; So Sir Thomas Malory
Kipling’s Vermont by Ogden Nash The summer like a rajah dies, And every widowed tree Kindles for Congregationalist eye An alien suttee.
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.
