Song of the Open Road
I think that I shall never see
A billboard as lovely as a tree.
Perhaps unless the billboards fall
I’ll never see a tree at all.

Senescence begins
And middle age ends
The day your descendents
Outnumber your friends.

Purity
Is obscurity.

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,

How wise I am to have instructed
I am about to volunteer a definiti
Just as I know that there are two
I know that marriage is a legal an
Moreover, just as I am unsure of

Unwillingly Miranda wakes,
Feels the sun with terror,
One unwilling step she takes,
Shuddering to the mirror.
Miranda in Miranda’s sight

People expect old men to die,
They do not really mourn old men.
Old men are different. People loo
At them with eyes that wonder when
People watch with unshocked eyes;

Husbands are things that wives hav
And with whom they breakfast with
They interfere with the discipline
And forget anniversaries,
And when they have been particular

Parsley
Is gharsley.

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