#AmericanWriters
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.
Behold the duck. It does not cluck. A cluck it lacks. It quacks. It is specially fond
Consider the auk; Becoming extinct because he forgot… Consider man, who may well become… Because he forgot how to walk and…
A bit of talcum Is always walcum.
Senescence begins And middle age ends The day your descendents Outnumber your friends.
I didn’t go to church today, I trust the Lord to understand. The surf was swirling blue and whi… The children swirling on the sand. He knows, He knows how brief my s…
Isabel met an enormous bear, Isabel, Isabel, didn’t care; The bear was hungry, the bear was… The bear’s big mouth was cruel and… The bear said, Isabel, glad to me…
Cuckoos lead Bohemian lives, They fail as husbands and as wives… Therefore they cynically disparage Everybody else’s marriage.
Sure, deck your limbs in pants, Yours are the limbs, my sweeting. You look divine as you advance . .… Have you seen yourself retreating?
Beneath this slab John Brown is stowed. He watched the ads And not the road.
The song of canaries Never varies, And when they’re moulting They’re pretty revolting.
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…
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…
In fourteen hundred and ninety-two… Someone sailed the ocean blue. Somebody borrowed the fare in Spa… For a business trip on the boundin… And to prove to the people, by act…
Celery, raw Develops the jaw, But celery, stewed, Is more quietly chewed.
