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
Some primal termite knocked on wood;
and tasted it, and found it good.
That is why your Cousin May
fell through the parlor floor today. – Ogden Nash
When grandparents enter the door, discipline flies out the window. – Ogden Nash