Morning Prayer by Ogden Nash Now another day is breaking, Sleep was sweet and so is waking. Dear Lord, I promised you last ni Never again to sulk or fight. Such vows are easier to keep
The Clean Plater by Ogden Nash Some singers sing of ladies’ eyes, And some of ladies lips, Refined ones praise their ladylike And course ones hymn their hips. The Oxford Book of English Verse
To my Valentine by Ogden Nash More than a catbird hates a cat, Or a criminal hates a clue, Or the Axis hates the United Sta That’s how much I love you. I love you more than a duck can sw 1
The Romantic Age by Ogden Nash This one is entering her teens, Ripe for sentimental scenes, Has picked a gangling unripe male, Sees herself in a bridal veil, Presses lips and tosses head, 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.
If He Were Alive Today, Mayhap, Mr. Morgan Would Sit on the Midget's Lap by Ogden Nash “Beep-beep. BANKERS TRUST AUTOMOB You’ll find a banker at Bankers T Advertisement in N.Y. Times When comes my second childhood,
Goody for Our Side and Your Side Too by Ogden Nash Foreigners are people somewhere el Natives are people at home; If the place you’re at Is your habitat, You’re a foreigner, say in Rome.
The Duck by Ogden Nash Behold the duck. It does not cluck. A cluck it lacks. It quacks. It is specially fond
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.
