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Ogden Nash
Ogden Nash

The Octopus

The Octopus
Tell me, O Octopus, I begs
Is those things arms, or is they legs?
I marvel at thee, Octopus;
If I were thou, I'd call me Us.

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Ogden Nash
Ogden Nash

The Lion

The Lion
Oh, weep for Mr. and Mrs. Bryan!
He was eaten by a lion;
Following which, the lion's lioness
Up and swallowed Bryan's Bryaness.

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Ogden Nash
Ogden Nash

The Hippopotamus

The Hippopotamus
Behold the hippopotamus!
We laugh at how he looks to us,
And yet in moments dank and grim,
I wonder how we look to him.
Peace, pea…

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Ogden Nash
Ogden Nash

The Jellyfish

The Jellyfish
Who wants my jellyfish?
I'm not sellyfish!

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Ogden Nash
Ogden Nash

The Firefly

The Firefly
The firefly's flame
Is something for which science has no name
I can think of nothing eerier
Than flying around with an unidentified glow on …

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Ogden Nash
Ogden Nash

The Germ

The Germ
A mighty creature is the germ,
Though smaller than the pachyderm.
His customary dwelling place
Is deep within the human race.
His childish…

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Ogden Nash
Ogden Nash

The Cuckoo

The Cuckoo
Cuckoos lead Bohemian lives,
They fail as husbands and as wives,
Therefore they cynically disparage
Everybody else's marriage.

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Ogden Nash
Ogden Nash

The Duck

The Duck
Behold the duck.
It does not cluck.
A cluck it lacks.
It quacks.
It is specially fond
Of a puddle or pond.
When it dines or su…

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Ogden Nash
Ogden Nash

The Clean Plater

The Clean Plater
Some singers sing of ladies' eyes,
And some of ladies lips,
Refined ones praise their ladylike ways,
And course ones hymn their hips.

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Ogden Nash
Ogden Nash

The Centipede

The Centipede
I objurgate the centipede,
A bug we do not really need.
At sleepy-time he beats a path
Straight to the bedroom or the bath.
You alway…

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Ogden Nash
Ogden Nash

The Boy Who Laughed At Santa Claus

The Boy Who Laughed At Santa Claus
In Baltimore there lived a boy.
He wasn't anybody's joy.
Although his name was Jabez Dawes,
His character was full of …

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Ogden Nash
Ogden Nash

The Cantaloupe

The Cantaloupe
One cantaloupe is ripe and lush,
Another's green, another's mush.
I'd buy a lot more cantaloupe
If I possessed a fluoroscope.

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Ogden Nash
Ogden Nash

Tableau at Twilight

Tableau at Twilight
I sit in the dusk. I am all alone.
Enter a child and an ice-cream cone.
A parent is easily beguiled
By sight of this coniferous child…

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Ogden Nash
Ogden Nash

The Ant

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?

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Ogden Nash
Ogden Nash

Soliloquy in Circles

Soliloquy in Circles
Being a father
Is quite a bother.
You are as free as air
With time to spare,
You're a fiscal rocket
With change in your …

279
Ogden Nash
Ogden Nash

Song To Be Sung by the Father of Infant Female Children

Song To Be Sung by the Father of Infant Female Children
My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky;
Contrariwise, my blood runs cold
When littl…

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Ogden Nash
Ogden Nash

Samson Agonistes

Samson Agonistes
I test my bath before I sit,
And I'm always moved to wonderment
That what chills the finger not a bit
Is so frigid upon the fundament.

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Ogden Nash
Ogden Nash

Reflections On Ice-Breaking

Reflections On Ice-Breaking
Candy
Is Dandy
But liquor
Is quicker.

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Ogden Nash
Ogden Nash

Reflection On Babies

Reflection On Babies
A bit of talcum
Is always walcum.

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Ogden Nash
Ogden Nash

Reflection On The Fallibility Of Nemesis

Reflection On The Fallibility Of Nemesis
He who is ridden by a conscience
Worries about a lot of nonscience;
He without benefit of scruples
His fun and i…

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Ogden Nash
Ogden Nash

Portrait of the Artist as a Prematurely Old Man

Portrait of the Artist as a Prematurely Old Man
It is common knowledge to every schoolboy and even every Bachelor of Arts,
That all sin is divided into two parts.

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Ogden Nash
Ogden Nash

Pretty Halcyon Days

Pretty Halcyon Days
How pleasant to sit on the beach,
On the beach, on the sand, in the sun,
With ocean galore within reach,
And nothing at all to be don…

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Ogden Nash
Ogden Nash

One From One Leaves Two

One From One Leaves Two
Higgledy piggledy, my black hen,
She lays eggs for gentlemen.
Gentlemen come every day
To count what my black hen doth lay.

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Ogden Nash
Ogden Nash

Peekabo, I Almost See You

Peekabo, I Almost See You
Middle-aged life is merry, and I love to
lead it,
But there comes a day when your eyes
are all right but your arm isn't long

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