Ogden Nash Comments (25)

I'm just finding aanswer for homeworkk man....
I’m just here to do my homework
Yo im just tryna find answers for my homework
These are worse than the dingleberries hanging from your bottom.
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your mom. is that right
Here comes me in my brand new car. Who knows this one
Nash had a line in one of his poems that included the idea that if he had a million dollars he would write a book and with the million he would buy all his books concluding that he would be rich living off the royalies and he would have a bunch of really good books. Anyone know the poem?
Ogden included in a poem a play on the word gorgonzola.... who knows this one?
Question. There's a poem about cocktails. One verse is... There's something a bout a martini... ...It may be the vermouth, but to tell you the truth I think it's the gin. Or something like that. Does anyone know the name of the poem, or that verse?
I was taught a Nash poem many years ago, I thought was called November: No morn no noon no night no noon November. Has anyone ever heard it before?
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From _Many Long Years Ago: _ THE PARTY Come Arabella, fetch the cake, On a dish with silver handles. Oh mercy! Feel the table shake! Lucinda, light the candles. For Mr. Migg is thir-ty, Is thir- ty, Is thir- -ty. The years are crawling over him Like wee red ants. Oh, three times ten is thir-ty, Is for- ty, Is fif- -ty. The further off from England The nearer is to France. The little flames they bob and jig, The dining hall is breezy. Quick! puff your candles, Mr. Migg, The little flames die easy. For Mr. Migg is for-ty, Is for- ty, Is for- -ty. The years are crawling over him Like wee red ants. Oh, four times ten is for-ty, Is fif- ty, Is six- -ty, And creeping through the icing, The other years advance. Why Arabella, here's a ring! Lucinda, here's a thimble! For Mr. Migg there's not a thing- 'Tis not, I trust, a symbol! For Mr. Migg is fif-ty, Is fif- ty, Is fif- -ty. The years are crawling over him Like wee red ants. Oh, five times ten is fif-ty, Is six- ty, Is seven- -ty. Lucinda, put the cake away. We're going to the dance.
For years snippets of a Nash poem come to my mind near my birthday: The years are crawling over us like wee red ants. Put away the cake Miranda, we're all going to dance! I have googled this repeatedly from year to year, with no success. Please help! I know I read it in a Public Speaking class in high school, about 1963. Redding, California.
I've been hunting down the parody that the honorable Mr.Nash did on Poe's The Raven. I tried several times to perform it during a public speaking course and never could make it all the way through without cracking up myself along with the class. His bit about a pelican is my all time favorite. I abhor people who try to blandly try to SAY limericks instead of performing them as they should be. I'd love to find his Raven. It was in my English textbook which, sadly for me, I lost a few decades ago.
Amazing poet! Truly a classic poet who can use words to his advantage
Ogden is an awesome poet! He shows so much color and light! Some poems are funny, and silly I love them! ! ! ! Allison
ogden nash is an osum poet...! ! i just luv his poemzz...my most fav. poem is the muddlehead.....! ! ! srsly a classic poem he is.....! ! ! ! ..[3[3
To Ogden Nash My Mentore- Your rhymes were so geniously simplistly eloquent. Better than anything before you came, or since you wuent. They gave new meaning to the word ‘intent’. I often wonder as I ponder – If Ogden Nash had lived to be a hundred and ninety-three the world of poetry would certainly have been blessed with a masterfully myriadical montage of wittirhymes and verseilines and perponderings in excessed! (and he wouldn’t be dead yet either)
''A classic poet! ''