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?
Kind of an Ode to Duty by Ogden Nash O Duty, Why hast thou not the visage of a Why displayest thou the countenanc conscientious organizing spinster That the minute you see her you ar
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
Untitled by Ogden Nash Enter, breath; Breath, slip out; Blood, be channeled, And wind about. O, blessed breath and blood which
Columbus by Ogden Nash Once upon a time there was an Ita And some people thought he was a r But he wasn’t offended, Because other people thought he wa And he said the world was round,
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
Old Men by Ogden Nash People expect old men to die, They do not really mourn old men. Old men are different. People loo At them with eyes that wonder when People watch with unshocked eyes;
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.
The Turtle by Ogden Nash The turtle lives twixt plated deck Which practically conceal its sex. I think it clever of the turtle In such a fix to be so fertile.
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
