I test my bath before I sit,
And I’m always moved to wondermen
That what chills the finger not a
Is so frigid upon the fundament.
There was a young belle of Natche
Whose garments were always in patc
When comment arose
On the state of her clothes,
She drawled, When Ah itchez, Ah
Sure, deck your limbs in pants,
Yours are the limbs, my sweeting.
You look divine as you advance . .
Have you seen yourself retreating?
The turtle lives twixt plated deck
Which practically conceal its sex.
I think it clever of the turtle
In such a fix to be so fertile.
Peekabo, I Almost See You
Middle-aged life is merry, and I
But there comes a day when your ey
And your friends get jocular, so y
And of all your friends he is the
The summer like a rajah dies,
And every widowed tree
Kindles for Congregationalist eye
An alien suttee.
In Baltimore there lived a boy.
He wasn’t anybody’s joy.
Although his name was Jabez Dawes
His character was full of flaws.
In school he never led his classes
Master I may be,
But not of my fate.
Now come the kisses, too many too
Tell me, O Parcae,
For fain would I know,
The cow is of bovine ilk;
One end is moo, the other is milk.