Ogden Nash Poems

  • 1.  
    When I remember bygone days
    I think how evening follows morn; So many I loved were not yet dead,
  • 2.  
    In fourteen hundred and ninety-two,
    Someone sailed the ocean blue. Somebody borrowed the fare in Spain
  • 3.  
    Sure, deck your limbs in pants,
    Yours are the limbs, my sweeting. You look divine as you advance . . .
  • 4.  
    Your hopeless patients will live,
    Your healthy patients will die. I have only this word to give:
  • 5.  
    There is something about a Martini,
    A tingle remarkably pleasant; A yellow, a mellow Martini;
  • 6.  
    Be it a girl, or one of the boys,
  • 7.  
    Barber, barber, come and get me;
    Hairy torrents irk and fret me. Hair and hair again appears;
  • 8.  
    In Baltimore there lived a boy.
    He wasn't anybody's joy. Although his name was Jabez Dawes,
  • 9.  
    I test my bath before I sit,
    And I'm always moved to wonderment That what chills the finger not a bit
  • 10.  
    Consider the auk;
    Becoming extinct because he forgot how to fly, and could only walk. Consider man, who may well become extinct
  • 11.  
    The truth I do not stretch or shove
    When I state that the dog is full of love. I've also found, by actual test,
  • 12.  
    When people aren't asking questions
    They're making suggestions And when they're not doing one of those
  • 13.  
    This is a song to celebrate banks,
    Because they are full of money and you go into them and all you hear is clinks and clanks,
  • 14.  
    One thing that literature would be greatly the better for
    Would be a more restricted employment by the authors of simile and metaphor.
  • 15.  
    Some singers sing of ladies' eyes,
    And some of ladies lips, Refined ones praise their ladylike ways,
  • 16.  
    Belinda lived in a little white house,
    With a little black kitten and a little gray mouse, And a little yellow dog and a little red wagon,
  • 17.  
    Isabel met an enormous bear,
    Isabel, Isabel, didn't care; The bear was hungry, the bear was ravenous,
  • 18.  
    I have a bone to pick with Fate.
    Come here and tell me, girlie, Do you think my mind is maturing late,
  • 19.  
    A flea and a fly in a flue
    Were imprisoned, so what could they do? Said the fly, "let us flee!"
  • 20.  
    He who is ridden by a conscience
    Worries about a lot of nonscience; He without benefit of scruples
  • 21.  
    They tell me that euphoria is the feeling of feeling wonderful,
    well, today I feel euphorian, Today I have the agility of a Greek god and the appetitite of a
  • 22.  
    The ant has made herself illustrious
    By constant industry industrious. So what? Would you be calm and placid
  • 23.  
    One would be in less danger
    From the wiles of a stranger If one's own kin and kith
  • 24.  
    This one is entering her teens,
    Ripe for sentimental scenes, Has picked a gangling unripe male,
  • 25.  
    The firefly's flame
    Is something for which science has no name I can think of nothing eerier
  • 26.  
    Beneath this slab
    John Brown is stowed. He watched the ads
  • 27.  
    Who is the happy husband? Why, indeed,
    'Tis he who's useless in the time of need; Who, asked to unclasp a bracelet or a neckless,
  • 28.  
    Oh, weep for Mr. and Mrs. Bryan!
    He was eaten by a lion; Following which, the lion's lioness
  • 29.  
    I would live all my life in nonchalance and insouciance
    Were it not for making a living, which is rather a nouciance.
  • 30.  
    A bit of talcum
    Is always walcum.
  • 31.  
    Being a father
    Is quite a bother.
  • 32.  
    He tells you when you've got on
    too much lipstick And helps you with your girdle
  • 33.  
    Let's straighten this out, my little man,
    And reach an agreement if we can. I entered your door as an honored guest.
  • 34.  
    In spite of her sniffle
    Isabel's chiffle. Some girls with a sniffle
  • 35.  
    I sit in the dusk. I am all alone.
    Enter a child and an ice-cream cone.
  • 36.  
    Behold the hippopotamus!
    We laugh at how he looks to us, And yet in moments dank and grim,
  • 37.  
    Affection is a noble quality;
    It leads to generosity and jollity. But it also leads to breach of promise
  • 38.  
    A girl whose cheeks are covered with paint
    Has an advantage with me over one whose ain't.
  • 39.  
    There here are words of radical advice for a young man looking for a job;
    Young man, be a snob. Yes, if you are in search of arguments against starting at the bottom,
  • 40.  
    The hunter crouches in his blind
    'Neath camouflage of every kind And conjures up a quacking noise
  • 41.  
    This is my dream,
    It is my own dream, I dreamt it.
  • 42.  
    There was a young belle of Natchez
    Whose garments were always in patchez. When comment arose
  • 43.  
    Bring down the moon for genteel Janet;
    She's too refined for this gross planet. She wears garments and you wear clothes,
  • 44.  
    I think that I shall never see
    A billboard lovely as a tree Indeed, unless the billboards fall
  • 45.  
    The solitary huntsman
    No coat of pink doth wear, But midnight black from cap to spur
  • 46.  
    People live forever in Jacksonville and St. Petersburg and Tampa,
    But you don't have to live forever to become a grampa. The entrance requirements for grampahood are comparatively mild,
  • 47.  
    BANKERS TRUST AUTOMOBILE LOAN You'll find a banker at Bankers Trust"

  • 48.  
    Some primal termite knocked on wood
    And tasted it, and found it good! And that is why your Cousin May
  • 49.  
    Higgledy piggledy, my black hen,
    She lays eggs for gentlemen. Gentlemen come every day
  • 50.  
    There is one thing that ought to be taught in all the colleges,
    Which is that people ought to be taught not to go around always making apologies. I don't mean the kind of apologies people make when they run over you or borrow five dollars or step on your feet,
Total 121 poems written by Ogden Nash

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