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
Humor is hope's companion in arms. It is not brash, it is not cheap, it is not heartless. Among other things I think humor is a shield, a weapon, a survival kit.
No, you never get any fun Out of the things you haven't done.
I hope my tongue in prune juice smothers, If I belittle dogs and mothers.
God in His wisdom made the fly And then forgot to tell us why.
A husband is a guy who tells you when you've got on too much lipstick and helps you with your girdle when your hips stick.
The bed is a bundle of paradoxes: we go to it with reluctance, yet we quit it with regret; we make up our minds every night to leave it early, but we make up our bodies every morning to keep it late.
Your hair may be brushed, but your mind's untidy. You've had about seven hours of sleep since Friday. No wonder you feel that lost sensation. You're sunk from a riot of relaxation.
Never befriend the oppressed unless you are prepared to take on the oppressor.
I have an idea that the phrase weaker sex was coined by some woman to disarm some man she was preparing to overwhelm.
Bankers are just like anybody else, only richer
The trouble with a kitten is that it eventually beomes a cat.
Ten years ago she split the air To seize what she could spy Tonight she bumps against a chair, Betrayed by milky eye. She seems to pant, Time up, time up! My little dog must die, And lie in dust with Hector's pup; I So, presently, must I.
The only incurable troubles of the rich are the troubles that money can't cure, Which is a kind of trouble that is even more troublesome if you are poor.
Oh, what a tangled web do parents weave, when they think that their children are naive.