My fellow man I do not care for.
I often ask me, What’s he there f
The only answer I can find
Is, Reproduction of his kind.
If I’m supposed to swallow that,

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

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

Being a father
Is quite a bother.
You are as free as air
With time to spare,
You’re a fiscal rocket

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

The solitary huntsman
No coat of pink doth wear,
But midnight black from cap to spu
Upon his midnight mare.
He drones a tuneless jingle

Though you know it anyhow
Listen to me, darling, now,
Proving what I need not prove
How I know I love you, love.
Near and far, near and far,

I test my bath before I sit,
And I’m always moved to wondermen
That what chills the finger not a
Is so frigid upon the fundament.

To keep your marriage brimming,
With love in the loving cup,
Whenever you’re wrong, admit it;
Whenever you’re right, shut up.

The hands of the clock were reachi
In an old midtown hotel;
I name no name, but its sordid fam
Is table talk in hell.
I name no name, but hell’s own fla