There is a knocking in the skull,
An endless silent shout
Of something beating on a wall,
And crying, “Let me out!”
That solitary prisoner

My friends all know that I am shy
But the chipmunk is twice and shy
He moves with flickering indecisio
Like stripes across the television
He’s like the shadow of a cloud,

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 truth I do not stretch or sho
When I state that the dog is full
I’ve also found, by actual test,
A wet dog is the lovingest.

I don’t mind eels
Except as meals.
And the way they feels.

When I remember bygone days
I think how evening follows morn;
So many I loved were not yet dead
So many I love were not yet born.

Beneath this slab
John Brown is stowed.
He watched the ads
And not the road.

O all ye exorcizers come and exorc

Sure, deck your limbs in pants,
Yours are the limbs, my sweeting.
You look divine as you advance . .
Have you seen yourself retreating?

I sit in an office at 244 Madison
And say to myself You have a resp
Why then do you fritter away your
If you have a sore throat you can
If you have a sore foot you can ge