Latest Blog Posts for Top American Poems

• Crossing The Border by Ogden Nash
  on Jan 1, 1970
  Senescence begins And middle age ends The day your descendents Outnumber your friends Related posts:Adventures Of Isabel by Ogden Nash Isabel met an enormous bear, Isabel, Isab
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• Family Court by Ogden Nash
  on Jan 1, 1970
  One would be in less danger From the wiles of a stranger If one’s own kin and kith Were more fun to be with Related posts:A Drink With Something In It by Ogden Nash There is something...
• Celery by Ogden Nash
  on Jan 1, 1970
  Celery, raw Develops the jaw, But celery, stewed, Is more quietly chewed Related posts:A Drink With Something In It by Ogden Nash There is something abou...
• Come On In, The Senility Is Fine by Ogden Nash
  on Jan 1, 1970
  People live forever in Jacksonville and St. Petersburg and Tampa, But you don’t have to live forever to become a grampa. The entrance requirements for grampahood are comparat...
• Everybody Tells Me Everything by Ogden Nash
  on Jan 1, 1970
  I find it very difficult to enthuse Over the current news. Just when you think that at least the outlook is so black that it can grow no black&...
• Children’s Party by Ogden Nash
  on Jan 1, 1970
  May I join you in the doghouse, Rover? I wish to retire till the party’s over. Since three o’clock I’ve done my best To entertain each tiny guest. My conscien&...
• Common Cold by Ogden Nash
  on Jan 1, 1970
  Go hang yourself, you old M.D.! You shall not sneer at me. Pick up your hat and stethoscope, Go wash your mouth with laundry soap; I contemp&...
• Bankers Are Just Like Anybody Else, Except Richer by Ogden Nash
  on Jan 1, 1970
  This is a song to celebrate banks, Because they are full of money and you go into them and all you hear is clinks and clanks, Or maybe &...
• Columbus by Ogden Nash
  on Jan 1, 1970
  Once upon a time there was an Italian, And some people thought he was a rapscallion, But he wasn′t offended, Because other people t
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• Biological Reflection by Ogden Nash
  on Jan 1, 1970
  A girl whose cheeks are covered with paint Has an advantage with me over one whose ain’t Related posts:A Drink With Something In It by Ogden Nash There is someth&...

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