Gone are the women with buttons an… Bright feathered hats and covered-… Long dresses, with flair, that spr… All tucked in that basket where Y… Gone are the Top-Hats, Gold-watc…

Where came that shadow that wander… That light-less vision that knows… Shall I seek concealment, or duti… So its heartless deeds don’t leave… Suddenly I looked and saw it near

Well, have you seen this Irish St… The finest stud in all of Kerry? Who furrows field and doesn’t yiel… And never seems to want to tarry. A Clydesdale legend, so he’s call…

We are ripples On a never ending lakes, Like those crystals Too finely made, that breaks. We are mortal

There’s so much politics in politi… And the bull that they feed us, it… The candidates they offer have see… Where did they get these people, a… The right and left, I been there…

I was told, “Get the smallest pla… In the most expensive neighborhood… I saw the advantage in doing that And decided that was good. Then they said, “Be on level grou…

Down the chimney came the Jolly f… It was obvious that the geezer had… With sack on his back, he slid dow… And landed on the stove, in the mi… My wife was glazing the Porker’s…

Is sandman seen In hollow slumber In halls of sleep Shadowed gray? Where be the rest

On the Christmas night When the full moon rose I felt a chill From my head to my toes And deep in my heart