#AmericanWriters
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.
The summer like a rajah dies, And every widowed tree Kindles for Congregationalist eye… An alien suttee.
Being a father Is quite a bother. You are as free as air With time to spare, You’re a fiscal rocket
As I was going to St. Ives I met a man with seven lives; Seven lives, In seven sacks, Like seven beeves
I give you now Professor Twist, A conscientious scientist, Trustees exclaimed, “He never bun… And sent him off to distant jungle… Camped on a tropic riverside,
Candy Is dandy, But liquor Is quicker
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…
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…
How pleasant to sit on the beach, On the beach, on the sand, in the… With ocean galore within reach, And nothing at all to be done! No letters to answer,
The song of canaries Never varies, And when they’re moulting They’re pretty revolting.
A flea and a fly in a flue Were imprisoned, so what could the… Said the fly, “let us flee!” “Let us fly!” said the flea. So they flew through a flaw in the…
Unwillingly Miranda wakes, Feels the sun with terror, One unwilling step she takes, Shuddering to the mirror. Miranda in Miranda’s sight
He tells you when you’ve got on t… And helps you with your girdle wh…
The solitary huntsman No coat of pink doth wear, But midnight black from cap to spu… Upon his midnight mare. He drones a tuneless jingle
Behold the duck. It does not cluck. A cluck it lacks. It quacks. It is specially fond