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?
Very Like a Whale by Ogden Nash One thing that literature would be Would be a more restricted employm metaphor. Authors of all races, be they Gre Can’t seem just to say that anythi
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.
Spring Comes to Murray Hill by Ogden Nash I sit in an office at 244 Madison And say to myself You have a resp Why then do you fritter away your If you have a sore throat you can If you have a sore foot you can ge
The Perfect Husband by Ogden Nash He tells you when you’ve got on t And helps you with your girdle wh
The Abominable Snowman by Ogden Nash I’ve never seen an abominable snow I’m hoping not to see one, I’m also hoping, if I do, That it will be a wee one.
Always Marry an April Girl by Ogden Nash Praise the spells and bless the ch I found April in my arms. April golden, April cloudy, Gracious, cruel, tender, rowdy; April soft in flowered languor,
The Firefly by Ogden Nash The firefly’s flame Is something for which science has I can think of nothing eerier Than flying around with an unident person’s posteerier.
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
