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 Contents | July/August 2002 More on poetry from The Atlantic Monthly. Return to: "A Notorious Trifler" (July/August 2002) For Ogden Nash, humor was "a shield, a weapon, a survival kit." Herewith a small selection, previously unpublished. By Gary Cohen |
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by Ogden Nash ..... I envy oft my faithful pup. He has no trouble getting up. While just to rouse my Cousin Eric Takes three bull dozers and a derrick. I envy, too, the woolly sheep. It has no trouble going to sleep, But if to go to sleep it chooses, While wakeful people count it, it snoozes. Sometimes to be a fish I crave. They hardly ever have to shave. Each morning when I eye my chin, Oh How I wish I was a minnow. And here's another pleasing thing— I've never known a fish to sing; Except for one who drank Peruna, And was, I think, a piano tuna. The snake is naturally slim So calories do not bother him. If I were like that slender ruffian I could eat a second buttered muffian.
Copyright © 2002 by The Atlantic Monthly Group. All rights reserved. The Atlantic Monthly; July/August 2002; Untitled; Volume 290, No. 1; p. 112. | [an error occurred while processing this directive] | ||
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