Poems List
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.
The Jellyfish
Who wants my jellyfish?
I'm not sellyfish!
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, peace, thou hippopotamus!
We really look all right to us,
As you no doubt delight the eye
Of other hippopotami.
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 pride he often pleases
By giving people strange diseases.
Do you, my poppet, feel infirm?
You probably contain a germ.
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 a
person's posteerier.
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 sups,
It bottoms ups.
The Cuckoo
Cuckoos lead Bohemian lives,
They fail as husbands and as wives,
Therefore they cynically disparage
Everybody else's marriage.
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.
The Oxford Book of English Verse
Is lush with lyrics tender;
A poet, I guess, is more or less
Preoccupied with gender.
Yet I, though custom call me crude,
Prefer to sing in praise of food.
Food,
Yes, food,
Just any old kind of food.
Pheasant is pleasant, of course,
And terrapin, too, is tasty,
Lobster I freely endorse,
In pate or patty or pasty.
But there's nothing the matter with butter,
And nothing the matter with jam,
And the warmest greetings I utter
To the ham and the yam and the clam.
For they're food,
All food,
And I think very fondly of food.
Through I'm broody at times
When bothered by rhymes,
I brood
On food.
Some painters paint the sapphire sea,
And some the gathering storm.
Others portray young lambs at play,
But most, the female form.
“Twas trite in that primeval dawn
When painting got its start,
That a lady with her garments on
Is Life, but is she Art?
By undraped nymphs
I am not wooed;
I'd rather painters painted food.
Food,
Just food,
Just any old kind of food.
Go purloin a sirloin, my pet,
If you'd win a devotion incredible;
And asparagus tips vinaigrette,
Or anything else that is edible.
Bring salad or sausage or scrapple,
A berry or even a beet.
Bring an oyster, an egg, or an apple,
As long as it's something to eat.
If it's food,
It's food;
Never mind what kind of food.
When I ponder my mind
I consistently find
It is glued
On food.
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 always wallop where he's not,
Or, if he is, he makes a spot.
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.
Comments (0)
NoComments
Ogden Nash reads Portrait of the Artist as a Prematurely Old Man
Poetry: "No Doctor’s Today, Thank You" by Ogden Nash (read by John Lithgow)
Common Cold by Ogden Nash (read by Tom O'Bedlam)
Ogden Nash recites 'Oh, Please Don't Get Up!'
A selection of 16 short silly poems by Ogden Nash
Ogden Nash | Friday Personality | Infinity English
"A Tale of the Thirteenth Floor" by Ogden Nash (read by Tom O'Bedlam)
Good Night Sweet Mind / Ogden Nash
The People Upstairs - Poem by Ogden Nash
A Lady Who Thinks She's Thirty - Poem by Ogden Nash
"A Cursory Nursery Tale" by Ogden Nash (read by Tom O'Bedlam)
The Adventures of Isabel
Brief poems by Ogden Nash
"To My Valentine" by Ogden Nash (read by Tom O'Bedlam)
Adventures of Isabel by Ogden Nash
THE COW BY OGDEN NASH
Good Riddance, But Now What? by Ogden Nash Poem #284 31.12.20
Its Never Fair Weather, by Ogden Nash
The People Upstairs by Ogden Nash
Ogden Nash's Poetry Stash | Ogden Nash Biography | kalArt Wordsmiths
Carnival of the Animals Version With Ogden Nash Poems
The Rhinoceros by Ogden Nash
Always Marry an April Girl // Ogden Nash
"Old Men" by Ogden Nash
Ogden Nash "More About People"
A Word To Husbands // Ogden Nash
Winter Morning by Ogden Nash
"The Sunset Years of Samuel Shy" by Ogden Nash (read by Tom O'Bedlam)
The Tale of Custard the Dragon by Ogden Nash
"The Invitation Says from Five to Seven" by Ogden Nash
Winter Morning by Ogden Nash Poem #333 14.02.21
The Adventures of Isabel by Ogden Nash
Poem : The Abominable Snowman By Ogden Nash
A Word to Husbands by Ogden Nash
The Tale of Custard the Dragon by Ogden Nash (Lynn Munsinger, ill.)
The Duck, by Ogden Nash
Anne Giffey reads Ogden Nash's "The Hippopotamus" and "The Panther"
'Reflections on Ice-Breaking' by Ogden Nash
Celery by Ogden Nash
Poem : Celery by Ogden Nash
A Word to Husbands by Ogden Nash
THE ANT - poem - Ogden Nash
To My Valentine💕/Summary /Ogden Nash/pdf in description
Ogden Nash The Terrible People
THE HIPPOPOTAMUS BY OGDEN NASH
Great American Poems | The Turtle by Ogden Nash
3Poems - Ogden Nash
Poem : Crossing The Border By Ogden Nash
Ogden Nash - The Private Dining Room
A Word to Husbands (by Ogden Nash)