Who wants my jellyfish?
I’m not sellyfish!
Breath, slip out;
Blood, be channeled,
And wind about.
O, blessed breath and blood which
Bound to your bookseller, leap to
Deluge your dealer with bakshish a
Lean on the counter and never say
Wodehouse and Wooster are with us
Flourish the fish-slice, your butt
Let’s straighten this out, my litt
And reach an agreement if we can.
I entered your door as an honored
My shoes are shined and my trouser
And I won’t stretch out and read
May I join you in the doghouse, R
I wish to retire till the party’s
Since three o’clock I’ve done my
To entertain each tiny guest;
My conscience now I’ve left behin
As I was going to St. Ives
I met a man with seven lives;
In seven sacks,
Like seven beeves
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,
O all ye exorcizers come and exorc
The summer like a rajah dies,
And every widowed tree
Kindles for Congregationalist eye
An alien suttee.
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