Introspective Reflection by Ogden Nash I would live all my life in noncha Were it not for making a living, w
Song to Be Sung by the Father of Infant Female Children by Ogden Nash My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky; Contrariwise, my blood runs cold When little boys go by. For little boys as little boys,
The Boy Who Laughed at Santa Claus by Ogden Nash In Baltimore there lived a boy. He wasn’t anybody’s joy. Although his name was Jabez Dawes His character was full of flaws. In school he never led his classes
The Octopus by Ogden Nash Tell me, O Octopus, I begs Is those things arms, or is they l I marvel at thee, Octopus; If I were thou, I’d call me Us.
The Hippopotamus by Ogden Nash Behold the hippopotamus! We laugh at how he looks to us, And yet in moments dank and grim, I wonder how we look to him. Peace, peace, thou hippopotamus!
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
One Third of the Calendar by Ogden Nash In January everything freezes. We have two children. Both are sh This is our January rule: One girl in bed, and one in school In February the blizzard whirls.
Lines Indited with all the Depravity of Poverty by Ogden Nash One way to be very happy is to be For then you can buy orchids by th And yet at the same time People d Because it’s very funny But somehow if you’re rich enough
