Section: «Poems»
Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings:
artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.);
a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").
No, You Be A Lone Eagle
I find it very hard to be fair-mindedAbout people who go around being air-minded.I just can't see any funIn soaring up up up into the sunWhen the..
© Ogden Nash
Lines To Be Embroidered On A Bib
ORThe Child Is Father Of The Man, But Not For Quite A WhileSo Thomas EdisonNever drank his medicine;So Blackstone and HoyleRefused cod-liver oil;So..
© Ogden Nash
The Ant
The ant has made herself illustriousBy constant industry industrious.So what? Would you be calm and placidIf you were full of formic acid?
© Ogden Nash
The Firefly
The firefly's flameIs something for which science has no nameI can think of nothing eerierThan flying around with an unidentified glow on aperson's..
© Ogden Nash
The Centipede
I objurgate the centipede,A bug we do not really need.At sleepy-time he beats a pathStraight to the bedroom or the bath.You always wallop where he's..
© Ogden Nash
The Praying Mantis
From whence arrived the praying mantis?From outer space, or lost Atlantis?glimpse the grin, green metal mugat masks the pseudo-saintly..
© Ogden Nash
The Shrimp
A shrimp who sought his lady shrimpCould catch no glimpseNot even a glimp.At times, translucenceIs rather a nuisance.
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Will Consider Situation
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..
© Ogden Nash
Introspective Reflection
I would live all my life in nonchalance and insoucianceWere it not for making a living, which is rather a nouciance.
© Ogden Nash
The Hunter
The hunter crouches in his blind'Neath camouflage of every kindAnd conjures up a quacking noiseTo lend allure to his decoysThis grown-up man, with..
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The Middle
When I remember bygone daysI think how evening follows morn;So many I loved were not yet dead,So many I love were not yet born.
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The Sniffle
In spite of her sniffleIsabel's chiffle.Some girls with a sniffleWould be weepy and tiffle;They would look awful,Like a rained-on waffle,But Isabel's..
© Ogden Nash
Lather As You Go
Beneath this slabJohn Brown is stowed.He watched the adsAnd not the road.
© Ogden Nash
Old Dr. Valentine To His Son
Your hopeless patients will live,Your healthy patients will die.I have only this word to give:Wonder, and find out why
© Ogden Nash
Lines On Facing Forty
I have a bone to pick with Fate.Come here and tell me, girlie,Do you think my mind is maturing late,Or simply rotted early?
© Ogden Nash
The Sunset Years Of Samuel Shy
Master I may be,But not of my fate.Now come the kisses, too many too late.Tell me, O Parcae,For fain would I know,Where were these kisses three..
© Ogden Nash
The Ostrich
The ostrich roams the great Sahara.Its mouth is wide, its neck is narra.It has such long and lofty legs,I'm glad it sits to lay its eggs.
© Ogden Nash
Pg Wooster, Just As He Useter
Bound to your bookseller, leap to your library,Deluge your dealer with bakshish and bribary,Lean on the counter and never say when,Wodehouse and..
© Ogden Nash
What's The Use?
Sure, deck your limbs in pants,Yours are the limbs, my sweeting.You look divine as you advance . . .Have you seen yourself retreating?
© Ogden Nash
The Rhinoceros
The rhino is a homely beast,For human eyes he's not a feast.Farwell, farewell, you old rhinoceros,I'll stare at something less prepoceros.
© Ogden Nash
You Can Be A Republican, I'M A Genocrat
Oh, "rorty" was a mid-Victorian wordWhich meant "fine, splendid, jolly,"And often to me it has reoccurredIn moments melancholy.For instance..
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The Abominable Snowman
I've never seen an abominable snowman,I'm hoping not to see one,I'm also hoping, if I do,That it will be a wee one.
© Ogden Nash