Ogden Nash›Poezii

Mrs. Marmaduke Moore la zece ani(și ea Pe-atunci Jemima Jevons se numea) Era dintre bocciile din sat. Cosița-i spânzura pe omoplat, Dar nu

My fellow man I do not care for. I often ask me, What\'s he there for? The only answer I can find Is, Reproduction of his kind. If I\'m supposed

Celery, raw Develops the jaw, But celery, stewed, Is more quietly chewed.

The hands of the clock were reaching high In an old midtown hotel; I name no name, but its sordid fame Is table talk in hell. I name no

There is something about a Martini, A tingle remarkably pleasant; A yellow, a mellow Martini; I wish I had one at present. There is something

Consider the auk; Becoming extinct because it forgot how to fly, and could only walk. Consider man, who may well become extinct Because he