I'm like a backward berry, Unripened on the vine, For all my friends are fifty, And I'm only forty-nine.
Ogden NashBasketball, a game which won't be fit for people until they set the basket umbilicus-high and return the giraffes to the zoo.
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