Poet Ogden Nash's poems are free to read here in our archive of classic poetry.
I know, mon Général, it hurts your pride
To see your cherished language Yankeefied,
Your pure, precise Parisian prunes and prisms
Walk cheek by jowl with Americanisms:
Your earnest students of Racine and Zola
Consuming le hot dog and Coca-Cola,
Or roaming through le drugstore in a quest
For paperbacks depicting le Far Oest.