Love under the Republicans (or Democrats)

Come live with me and be my love
And we will all the pleasures prove
Of a marriage conducted with economy
In the Twentieth Century Anno Donomy.
We’ll live in a dear little walk-up flat
With practically room to swing a cat
And a potted cactus to give it hauteur
And a bathtub equipped with dark brown water.
We’ll eat, without undue discouragement,
Foods low in cost but high in nouragement
And quaff with pleasure, while chatting wittily,
The peculiar wine of Little Italy.
We’ll remind each other it’s smart to be thrifty
And buy our clothes for something-fifty.
We’ll bus for miles on holidays
For seas at depressing matinees,
And every Sunday we’ll have a lark
And take a walk in Central Park.
And one of these days not too remote
You’ll probably up and cut my throat.

Ogden Nash




Nash, Ogden.  “Love under the Republicans (or Democrats).”  Retellings: A Thematic Literature Anthology.  Ed. M. B. Clark and A. G. Clarke.  San Francisco: McGraw-Hill, 2003.  432-3.

Text of the poem is from:

Nash, Ogden.  “Love under the Republicans (or Democrats).”  Verses from 1929 On.  New York: Little, Brown & Co., 1952 (1931).