I hope my tongue in prune juice smothers, If I belittle dogs and mothers. – Ogden Nash
Indoors or out, no one relaxes in March, that month of wind and taxes, the wind will presently disappear, the taxes last us all the year. – Ogden Nash

I hope my tongue in prune juice smothers, If I belittle dogs and mothers. – Ogden Nash
Indoors or out, no one relaxes in March, that month of wind and taxes, the wind will presently disappear, the taxes last us all the year. – Ogden Nash
I think that I shall never see
a billboard lovely as a tree.
Perhaps, unless the billboards fall,
Ill never see a tree at all. – Ogden Nash
When grandparents enter the door, discipline flies out the window. – Ogden Nash