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

He tells you when you’ve got on t
And helps you with your girdle wh

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,

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

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

Beneath this slab
John Brown is stowed.
He watched the ads
And not the road.

I objurgate the centipede,
A bug we do not really need.
At sleepy-time he beats a path
Straight to the bedroom or the bat
You always wallop where he’s not,

Geniuses of countless nations
Have told their love for generatio
Till all their memorable phrases
Are common as goldenrod or daisies
Their girls have glimmered like th

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 truth I do not stretch or sho
When I state that the dog is full
I’ve also found, by actual test,
A wet dog is the lovingest.