Some years ago you heard me sing My doubts on Alexander Byng. His sister Sarah now inspires My jaded Muse, my failing fires. Of Sarah Byng the tale is told
The Bison is vain, and (I write i… The Door-mat you see on his head Is not, as some learned professors… The opulent growth of a genius’ br… But is sewn on with needle and thr…
The parents of the learned child (His father and his mother) Were utterly aghast to note The facts he would at random quote On creatures curious, rare, and wi…
Wherever the Catholic sun doth sh… There’s always laughter and good… At least I’ve always found it s… Benedicamus Domino!
Who played with a Loaded Gun, and… Young Algernon, the Doctor’s Son… Was playing with a Loaded Gun. He pointed it towards his Sister, Aimed very carefully, but
The Vulture eats between his meal… And that’s the reason why He very, very, rarely feels As well as you and I. His eye is dull, his head is bald,
The Dromedary is a cheerful bird: I cannot say the same about the K…
Of three in One and One in three My narrow mind would doubting be Till Beauty, Grace and Kindness… And all at once were Juliet.
Of all the gods that gave me all t… To-day there deigns to walk with m… I lead him by the hand and tell hi… It is the Queen of Cyprus’ little…
G stands for Gnu, whose weapon of… Are long, sharp, curling horns, an… To these he adds a name so short a… That even hardy Boers pronounce i… How often on a bright autumnal day
To exalt, enthrone, establish and… To welcome home mankind’s mysterio… Wine, true begetter of all arts th… Wine, privilege of the completely… Wine the recorder; wine the sagely…
Look, how those steep woods on the… Burn, burn against the sunset; now… Invades our very noon: the year’s… Mornings are dark, and evenings co… The vines below have lost their pu…
I’m tired of Love: I’m still more… But Money gives me pleasure all t…
Who Slammed Doors For Fun And P… A trick that everyone abhors In little girls is slamming doors. A wealthy banker’s little daughter Who lived in Palace Green, Baysw…
My jolly fat host with your face a… Come, open the door to us, let us… A score of stout fellows who think… If they toast till they’re hoarse,… Hoofed it amain