Oh to Be Odd! di Ogden Nash Hypochondriacs Spend the winter at the bottom of the Adirondriacs. You go to Paris and live on champ If you’re dipsomognac.
The Firefly di 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.
Biological Reflection di Ogden Nash A girl whose cheeks are covered wi Has an advantage with me over one
Lines to Be Embroidered on a Bib or the Child Is Father of the Man, But Not for Quite a While di Ogden Nash So Thomas Edison Never drank his medicine; So Blackstone and Hoyle Refused cod-liver oil; So Sir Thomas Malory
Winter Complaint di Ogden Nash Now when I have a cold I am careful with my cold, I consult a physician And I do as I am told. I muffle up my torso
The Shrimp di Ogden Nash A shrimp who sought his lady shrim Could catch no glimpse Not even a glimp. At times, translucence Is rather a nuisance.
Lines to Be Embroidered on a Bib di Ogden Nash So Thomas Edison Never drank his medicine; So Blackstone and Hoyle Refused cod-liver oil; So Sir Thomas Malory
The Praying Mantis di Ogden Nash From whence arrived the praying ma From outer space, or lost Atlanti glimpse the grin, green metal mug at masks the pseudo-saintly bug, Orthopterous, also carnivorous,
Peekabo, I Almost See You di Ogden Nash Peekabo, I Almost See You Middle-aged life is merry, and I But there comes a day when your ey And your friends get jocular, so y And of all your friends he is the