Tag Archives: Ogden Nash

The Secret Town: Ogden Nash

Posted on 20/07/2013 by

There is a town within a town, Where my true love walks alone, And green, oh, meadow green, is her gown, And daffodil gold her shoon. Unto that silent,` secret place, No street, no alley, leads. A town without a … Continue reading →

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A Bone To Pick With Fate: Ogden Nash

Posted on 19/05/2013 by

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 1902-1971 Lines On Facing Forty (1942) The image is copyright: Mopic via … Continue reading →

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On Daughters’ Boyfriends: Ogden Nash

Posted on 25/04/2013 by

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 … Continue reading →

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England Expects: Ogden Nash

Posted on 20/04/2013 by

Let us pause to consider the English, Who when they pause to consider themselves they get all reticently thrilled and tinglish. Englishmen are distinguished by their traditions and ceremonials, And also by their affection for their colonies and their condescension … Continue reading →

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My Dream: Ogden Nash

Posted on 11/04/2013 by

Here is a dream – It is my dream – My own dream- I dreamt it. I dreamt that my hair was kempt then I dreamt that my true love unkempt it. Ogden Nash The illustration is copyright: Dmitry Yashkin … Continue reading →

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The Bargain: Ogden Nash

Posted on 08/04/2013 by

As I was going to St. Ives I met a man with seven lives; Seven lives, In seven sacks, Like seven beeves On seven racks. These seven lives He offered to sell, But which was best He couldn’t tell. He … Continue reading →

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The Strange Case of Mr. Fortague’s Disappointment: Ogden Nash

Posted on 01/04/2013 by

Mr.Lionel Fortague said he would settle down on Innisfree, the home of iridescent chitchat. He said he would a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made. Everyone said did he mean he would build a small cabin there, … Continue reading →

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Gossip: Ogden Nash

Posted on 20/03/2013 by

If you want to get the most out of life, why the thing is to be a gossiper by day and a gossipee by night. Ogden Nash Ogden Nash Pocket Book The illustration is copyright: Vietrov Dmytro via Shutterstock

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I Didn’t Go To Church Today: Ogden Nash

Posted on 20/03/2013 by

I didn’t go to church today, I trust the Lord to understand. The surf was swirling blue and white, The children swirling on the sand. He knows, He knows how brief my stay, How brief this spell of summer weather, … Continue reading →

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The Ant: Ogden Nash

Posted on 18/03/2013 by

The Ant The ant has made herself illustrious By constant industry industrious. So what? Would you be calm and placid If you were full of formic acid? Ogden Nash The illustration is copyright: Air0ne via Shutterstock

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