Ogden Nash

A fairly extensive catalog of poems online here.

Daffy, vocabulary drunk, middle-aged witty, these are dippy, doughy, dumpy exemplars of the last centuries' middle-of-the-road cocktail verse. The nearest thing the 20C had to a popular verse, without the rhymes being set to music.

A Lady Who Thinks She Is Thirty

Unwillingly Miranda wakes,

Aubrey Beadsley - Venus

Feels the sun with terror,

One unwilling step she takes,

Shuddering to the mirror.

Miranda in Miranda's sight

Is old and gray and dirty;

Twenty-nine she was last night;

This morning she is thirty.

Shining like the morning star,

Like the twilight shining,

Haunted by a calendar,

Miranda is a-pining.

Silly girl, silver girl,

Draw the mirror toward you;

Time who makes the years to whirl

Adorned as he adored you.

Time is timelessness for you;
Calendars for the human;
What's a year, or thirty, to
Loveliness made woman?

Oh, Night will not see thirty again,
Yet soft her wing, Miranda;
Pick up your glass and tell me, then--
How old is Spring, Miranda?