Ogden Nash
Ogden Nash
Frederic Ogden Nashwas an American poet well known for his light verse. At the time of his death in 1971, The New York Times said his "droll verse with its unconventional rhymes made him the country's best-known producer of humorous poetry". Nash wrote over 500 pieces of comic verse. The best of his work was published in 14 volumes between 1931 and 1972...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth19 August 1902
CityTown Of Rye, NY
CountryUnited States of America
It is common knowledge to every schoolboy and even every Bachelor of Arts, That all sin is divided into two parts. One kind of sin is called a sin of commission, and that is very important
One thing that literature would be greatly the better for Would be a more restricted employment by authors of simile and>metaphor.
Why did the Lord give use so much quickness unless it was to avoid responsibility?
So I think there is one rule every host and hostess ought to keep with the comb and nail file and bicarbonate and aromatic spirits on a handy shelf, Which is don't spoil the denouement by telling the guests everything is terrible, but let them have the thrill of finding it out for themselves.
Bankers are just like everybody else, except richer.
It is the sin of omission, the second kind of sin, That lays eggs under your skin.
He is not drunk, who from the floor, can rise and stand and shout for more
Some people's money is merited and other people's is inherited.
Among other things I think humor is a shield, a weapon, a survival kit... So here we are several billion of us, crowded into our global concentration camp for the duration. How are we to survive? Solemnity is not the answer, any more than witless and irresponsible frivolity is. I think our best chance lies in humor, which in this case means a wry acceptance of our predicament. We don't have to like it but we can at least recognize its ridiculous aspects, one of which is ourselves.
The codfish is a staple food For which I'm seldom in the mood. This fish is such an utter loss That people eat it with egg sauce.
And you stagger down to break your fast. Greasy bacon and lacquered eggs And coffee composed of frigid dregs.
A dressing is not a compote A dressing is not a custard It consists of pepper and salt, Vinegar, oil and mustard.
One rule which woe betides the banker who fails to heed it/Never lend any money to anybody unless they don't need it.
Any kiddie in school can love like a fool, But Hating, my boy, is an Art.