To keep your marriage brimming,
With love in the loving cup,
Whenever you’re wrong, admit it;
Whenever you’re right, shut up.

Who wants my jellyfish?
I’m not sellyfish!

Go hang yourself, you old M.D.!
You shall not sneer at me.
Pick up your hat and stethoscope,
Go wash your mouth with laundry so
I contemplate a joy exquisite

The summer like a rajah dies,
And every widowed tree
Kindles for Congregationalist eye
An alien suttee.

One cantaloupe is ripe and lush,
Another’s green, another’s mush.
I’d buy a lot more cantaloupe
If I possessed a fluoroscope.

Husbands are things that wives hav
And with whom they breakfast with
They interfere with the discipline
And forget anniversaries,
And when they have been particular

Geniuses of countless nations
Have told their love for generatio
Till all their memorable phrases
Are common as goldenrod or daisies
Their girls have glimmered like th

Behold the hippopotamus!
We laugh at how he looks to us,
And yet in moments dank and grim,
I wonder how we look to him.
Peace, peace, thou hippopotamus!

Praise the spells and bless the ch
I found April in my arms.
April golden, April cloudy,
Gracious, cruel, tender, rowdy;
April soft in flowered languor,

People expect old men to die,
They do not really mourn old men.
Old men are different. People loo
At them with eyes that wonder when
People watch with unshocked eyes;