A dressing is not a compote A dressing is not a custard It consists of pepper and salt, Vinegar, oil and mustard.
Ogden NashTen 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.
Ogden NashMiddle-age is when you're sitting at home on a Saturday night and the telephone rings and you hope it isn't for you.
Ogden NashWinter is the king of showmen, Turning tree stumps into snowmen And houses into birthday cakes And spreading sugar over lakes. Smooth and clean and frosty white, The world looks good enough to bite. Thatโs the season to be young, Catching snowflakes on your tongue. Snow is snowy when itโs snowing, Iโm sorry itโs slushy when itโs going.
Ogden Nash