On Daughters’ Boyfriends: Ogden Nash


I always found my daughters’ beaux
Invisible as the emperor’s clothes,
And I could hear of them no more
Than the slamming of an auto door.
My chicks would then slip up to roost;
They were, I finally deduced,
Concealing tactfully, pro tem,
Not boys from me, but me from them.

Ogden Nash

You Can’t Get There From Here
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About layanglicana

Author of books on Calcutta, Delhi and Dar es Salaam, I am now blogging as a lay person about the Church of England and the Anglican Communion. I am also blogging about the effects of World War One on the village of St Mary Bourne, Hampshire.
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