‘Yer honor, please!’ the prisoner… ‘It isn’t wot you think. To look on wine when it is red Or alco’olic drink Is not among me little ways.

The Glugs abide in a far, far lan… That is partly pebbles and stones… But mainly earth of a chocolate hu… When it isn’t purple or slightly b… And the Glugs live there with the…

He came into the bird-shop where… A hulking giant, monumental, grim, A paragon of muscular manhood. ‘What is sold here,’ I thought, ‘… His heavy brow, his grat, prognath…

Day after day, week after burning… A ruthless sun has sucked the fore… Morn after anxious morn men’s glan… The hills, hard-etched against a h… Gay blossoms droop and die.

Oh, for that kindly copper I knew long years ago, A stalwart man and proper, Crime’s unrelenting foe. He was for me a shield, a friend

I’m a fussy little fellow In my kilt of glowing yellow; As about the garden ways I bow an… Many a melody I bring you, In the soft, gay songs I sing you

I knew a poor remittance man, A decent chap, but funny, In days when my ideas began To be controlled by money He wore a swank, patrician air;

‘Haw! Good fellow I’m not doubti… Your intentions are all right, And your general appearance Is intelligent and bright; But the question you’re discussing

If the cricket critics’ nagging Merits stern official gagging Which I doubt How would critical ascetics, With their prosy homiletics,

Dolefully and drearily Come I with the spring; Wearily and cerily My threnody I sing. Hear my drear, discordant note

‘Unless you ’ide that axe,' she se… An’ after all - Now, Bill, don’t… Wiv ’im thro’ croop an’ whoopin’ c… Why don’t you ‘ang it on the wall,… But there it wus, jist thrown abou…

Spring is a flirt. Unexpectedly… Over the shoulder of some far blue… We glimpse the blue eyes of her, s… We hold out our hands to her, all… A bloom in her lips, for a moment…

Mrs Felix Donnett was a lady of r… For ten years her husband was mayo… For ten years she queened it as ou… And ‘everything she did, my dear,’… But the mayoral pomp sat lightly o…

Now Mr. Jeremiah Bane He owned a warehouse in The Lane, An edifice of goodly size, Where, with keen private enterpris… He sold imported napery

Now, you wouldn’t imagine, to look… That I was a racehorse once. I have done my mile in - let me se… No matter. I was no dunce. But you’d not believe me if I tol…