Summer Serenade by Ogden Nash When the thunder stalks the sky, When tickle-footed walks the fly, When shirt is wet and throat is dr Look, my darling, thats July. Through the grassy lawn be leather
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 Cantaloupe by Ogden Nash One cantaloupe is ripe and lush, Another’s green, another’s mush. I’d buy a lot more cantaloupe If I possessed a fluoroscope.
Portrait of the Artist as a Prematurely Old Man by Ogden Nash It is common knowledge to every sc That all sin is divided into two p One kind of sin is called a sin of And it is what you are doing when And the other kind of sin is just
The Solitary Huntsman by Ogden Nash The solitary huntsman No coat of pink doth wear, But midnight black from cap to spu Upon his midnight mare. He drones a tuneless jingle
Song of the Open Road by Ogden Nash Song of the Open Road I think that I shall never see A billboard as lovely as a tree. Perhaps unless the billboards fall I’ll never see a tree at all.
The Cuckoo by Ogden Nash Cuckoos lead Bohemian lives, They fail as husbands and as wives Therefore they cynically disparage Everybody else’s marriage.
