Some people, and it doesn’t matter
The rhino is a homely beast,
For human eyes he’s not a feast.
Farwell, farewell, you old rhinoce
I’ll stare at something less prepo
In spite of her sniffle,
Some girls with a sniffle
Would be weepy and tiffle;
They would look awful,
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
The firefly’s flame
Is something for which science has
I can think of nothing eerier
Than flying around with an unident
The doctor gets you when you’re bo
The preacher, when you marry,
And the lawyer lurks with costly c
If too much on you carry.
Professional men, they have no car
They tell me that euphoria is the
well, today I feel euphorian,
Today I have the agility of a Gre
Yes, today I may even go forth wi
Foreigners are people somewhere el
Natives are people at home;
If the place you’re at
Is your habitat,
You’re a foreigner, say in Rome.
This one is entering her teens,
Ripe for sentimental scenes,
Has picked a gangling unripe male,
Sees herself in a bridal veil,
Presses lips and tosses head,
In January everything freezes.
We have two children. Both are sh
This is our January rule:
One girl in bed, and one in school
In February the blizzard whirls.