Lines on Facing Forty by Ogden Nash I have a bone to pick with fate, Come here and tell me girly, Do you think my mind is maturing l Or simply rotting early.
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
The Grackle by Ogden Nash The grackle’s voice is less than m His heart is black, his eye is yel He bullies more attractive birds With hoodlum deeds and vulgar word And should a human interfere,
The Porcupine by Ogden Nash Any hound a porcupine nudges Can’t be blamed for harboring grud I know one hound that laughed all At a porcupine that sat on a splin
The Shrimp by Ogden Nash A shrimp who sought his lady shrim Could catch no glimpse Not even a glimp. At times, translucence Is rather a nuisance.
Samson Agonistes by Ogden Nash I test my bath before I sit, And I’m always moved to wondermen That what chills the finger not a Is so frigid upon the fundament.
More About People by Ogden Nash When people aren’t asking question They’re making suggestions And when they’re not doing one of They’re either looking over your s And then as if that weren’t enough 1
The Wasp by Ogden Nash The wasp and all his numerous fami I look upon as a major calamity. He throws open his nest with prodi But I distrust his waspitality.
Look What You Did, Cristopher! by Ogden Nash In fourteen hundred and ninety-two Someone sailed the ocean blue. Somebody borrowed the fare in Spa For a business trip on the boundin And to prove to the people, by act 1
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 1 1
