Some people, and it doesn’t matter
Tell me, O Octopus, I begs
Is those things arms, or is they l
I marvel at thee, Octopus;
If I were thou, I’d call me Us.
Though you know it anyhow
Listen to me, darling, now,
Proving what I need not prove
How I know I love you, love.
Near and far, near and far,
The people upstairs all practise b
Their living room is a bowling all
Their bedroom is full of conducted
Their radio is louder than yours,
They celebrate week-ends all the w
Foreigners are people somewhere el
Natives are people at home;
If the place you’re at
Is your habitat,
You’re a foreigner, say in Rome.
O all ye exorcizers come and exorc
A girl whose cheeks are covered wi
Has an advantage with me over one
The hands of the clock were reachi
In an old midtown hotel;
I name no name, but its sordid fam
Is table talk in hell.
I name no name, but hell’s own fla
Some singers sing of ladies’ eyes,
And some of ladies lips,
Refined ones praise their ladylike
And course ones hymn their hips.
The Oxford Book of English Verse
The doctor gets you when you’re bo
The preacher, when you marry,
And the lawyer lurks with costly c
If too much on you carry.
Professional men, they have no car