#AmericanWriters
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.
There is a knocking in the skull, An endless silent shout Of something beating on a wall, And crying, “Let me out!” That solitary prisoner
A shrimp who sought his lady shrim… Could catch no glimpse Not even a glimp. At times, translucence Is rather a nuisance.
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…
Higgledy piggledy, my black hen, She lays eggs for gentlemen. Gentlemen come every day To count what my black hen doth la… If perchance she lays too many,
He tells you when you’ve got on t… And helps you with your girdle wh…
Candy Is Dandy But liquor Is quicker.
So Thomas Edison Never drank his medicine; So Blackstone and Hoyle Refused cod-liver oil; So Sir Thomas Malory
Behold the hippopotamus! We laugh at how he looks to us, And yet in moments dank and grim, I wonder how we look to him. Peace, peace, thou hippopotamus!
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…
My friends all know that I am shy… But the chipmunk is twice and shy… He moves with flickering indecisio… Like stripes across the television… He’s like the shadow of a cloud,
Oh, weep for Mr. and Mrs. Bryan! He was eaten by a lion; Following which, the lion’s liones… Up and swallowed Bryan’s Bryaness…
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,
The summer like a rajah dies, And every widowed tree Kindles for Congregationalist eye… An alien suttee.
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.
