The Middle by Ogden Nash When I remember bygone days I think how evening follows morn; So many I loved were not yet dead So many I love were not yet born.
A Word to Husbands by Ogden Nash To keep your marriage brimming, With love in the loving cup, Whenever you’re wrong, admit it; Whenever you’re right, shut up. 1
Untitled by Ogden Nash Enter, breath; Breath, slip out; Blood, be channeled, And wind about. O, blessed breath and blood which
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
Kipling’s Vermont by Ogden Nash The summer like a rajah dies, And every widowed tree Kindles for Congregationalist eye An alien suttee.
Peekabo, I Almost See You by Ogden Nash Peekabo, I Almost See You Middle-aged life is merry, and I But there comes a day when your ey And your friends get jocular, so y And of all your friends he is the
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.
Tableau at Twilight by Ogden Nash I sit in the dusk. I am all alone Enter a child and an ice-cream con A parent is easily beguiled By sight of this coniferous child. The friendly embers warmer gleam,
