Ogden Nash
Ogden Nash
Frederic Ogden Nashwas an American poet well known for his light verse. At the time of his death in 1971, The New York Times said his "droll verse with its unconventional rhymes made him the country's best-known producer of humorous poetry". Nash wrote over 500 pieces of comic verse. The best of his work was published in 14 volumes between 1931 and 1972...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth19 August 1902
CityTown Of Rye, NY
CountryUnited States of America
Some primal termite knocked on wood. And tasted it, and found it good. And that is why your Cousin May Fell through the parlor floor today.
I'd rather be a great bad poet than a good bad poet.
The noblest lord is ushered in By the practicing physician, And the humblest lout is ushered out By a certified mortician. And in between, they find their foyers Alive with summonses from lawyers.
Celery, raw, Develops the jaw
To maintain your marriage brimming, with really like in the wedding cup, anytime you are incorrect, admit it each time you're proper, shut up.
Some one invented the telephone, And interrupted a nation's slumbers, Ringing wrong but similar numbers.
But that wasn't fancy enough for Lord Byron, oh dear me no, he had to invent a lot of figures of speech and then interpolate them, With the result that whenever you mention Old Testament soldiers to people they say Oh yes, they're the ones that a lot of wolves dressed up in gold and purple ate them.
Someone invented the telephone, And interrupted a nation's slumber, Ringing wrong but similar numbers
A lady is known by the product she endorses.
Indoors or out, no one relaxes in March, that month of wind and taxes, the wind will presently disappear, the taxes last us all the year.
I think that I shall never see a billboard lovely as a tree. Indeed, unless the billboards fall, I'll never see a tree at all.
Here lies my past, Goodbye I have kissed it; Thank you kids, I wouldn't have missed it.
Your hair may be brushed, but your mind's untidy. You've had about seven hours of sleep since Friday. No wonder you feel that lost sensation. You're sunk from a riot of relaxation.
A bit of talcum Is always walcum.