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").
A Baby's Love
A BABY is the best to love,She always smiles when you draw near,Though ugly you may be of face,No handsomer may interfereAnd win her heart away from..
© Edgar Albert Guest
A Boy And His Dad
A boy and his dad on a fishing trip-There is a glorious fellowship!Father and son and the open sky,And the white clouds lazily drifting by,And the..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Father
My father knows the proper wayThe nation should be run;He tells us children every dayJust what should now be done.He knows the way to fix the..
© Edgar Albert Guest
A Father's Prayer
Lord, make me tolerant and wise;Incline my ears to hear him through;Let him not stand with downcast eyes,Fearing to trust me and be true.Instruct me..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Thanksgiving
Gettin' together to smile an' rejoice,An' eatin' an' laughin' with folks of your choice;An' kissin' the girls an' declarin' that theyAre growin' more..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Bachelor's Soliloquy
To wed, or not to wed; that is the question;Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to sufferThe bills and house rent of a wedded fortune,Or to say "nit"..
© Edgar Albert Guest
A Friend
A friend is one who stands to shareYour every touch of grief and care.He comes by chance, but stays by choice;Your praises he is quick to voice.No..
© Edgar Albert Guest
A Toast To The Men
Here's to the men! Since Adam's timeThey've always been the same;Whenever anything goes wrong,The woman is to blame.From early morn to late at..
© Edgar Albert Guest
Hard Luck
Ain't no use as I can seeIn sittin' underneath a treeAn' growlin' that your luck is bad,An' that your life is extry sad;Your life ain't sadder than..
© Edgar Albert Guest
On Quitting
How much grit do you think you've got?Can you quit a thing that you like a lot?You may talk of pluck; it's an easy word,And where'er you go it is..
© Edgar Albert Guest
See It Through
When you're up against a trouble,Meet it squarely, face to face;Lift your chin and set your shoulders,Plant your feet and take a brace.When it's vain..
© Edgar Albert Guest
The Grackle
The grackle's voice is less than mellow,His heart is black, his eye is yellow,He bullies more attractive birdsWith hoodlum deeds and vulgar words,And..
© Ogden Nash
Summer Serenade
When the thunder stalks the sky,When tickle-footed walks the fly,When shirt is wet and throat is dry,Look, my darling, thats July.Through the grassy..
© Ogden Nash
Reprise
Geniuses of countless nationsHave told their love for generationsTill all their memorable phrasesAre common as goldenrod or daisies.Their girls have..
© Ogden Nash
Morning Prayer
Now another day is breaking,Sleep was sweet and so is waking.Dear Lord, I promised you last nightNever again to sulk or fight.Such vows are easier to..
© Ogden Nash
A Flea And A Fly In A Flue
A flea and a fly in a flueWere imprisoned, so what could they do?Said the fly, "let us flee!""Let us fly!" said the flea.So they flew through a flaw..
© Ogden Nash
I'Ll Get One Tomorrow
Barber, barber, come and get me;Hairy torrents irk and fret me.Hair and hair again appears;And climbs like ivy round my ears.Hair across my collar..
© Ogden Nash
Samson Agonistes
I test my bath before I sit,And I'm always moved to wondermentThat what chills the finger not a bitIs so frigid upon the fundament.
© Ogden Nash
The Joyous Malingerer
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,Contrives to be..
© Ogden Nash
Kipling's Vermont
The summer like a rajah dies,And every widowed treeKindles for Congregationalist eyesAn alien suttee.
© Ogden Nash
Spring Comes To Murray Hill
I sit in an office at 244 Madison AvenueAnd say to myself You have a responsible job havenue?Why then do you fritter away your time on this..
© Ogden Nash
The Squab
Toward a better world I contribute my modest smidgin;I eat the squab, lest it become a pigeon.
© Ogden Nash
The Solitary Huntsman
The solitary huntsmanNo coat of pink doth wear,But midnight black from cap to spurUpon his midnight mare.He drones a tuneless jingleIn lieu of..
© Ogden Nash