In fourteen hundred and ninety-two
Someone sailed the ocean blue.
Somebody borrowed the fare in Spa
For a business trip on the boundin
And to prove to the people, by act

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

The summer like a rajah dies,
And every widowed tree
Kindles for Congregationalist eye
An alien suttee.

Peekabo, I Almost See You
Middle-aged life is merry, and I
But there comes a day when your ey
And your friends get jocular, so y
And of all your friends he is the

Now another day is breaking,
Sleep was sweet and so is waking.
Dear Lord, I promised you last ni
Never again to sulk or fight.
Such vows are easier to keep

Sure, deck your limbs in pants,
Yours are the limbs, my sweeting.
You look divine as you advance . .
Have you seen yourself retreating?

Now when I have a cold
I am careful with my cold,
I consult a physician
And I do as I am told.
I muffle up my torso

Oh, “rorty” was a mid-Victorian w
Which meant “fine, splendid, jolly
And often to me it has reoccurred
In moments melancholy.
For instance, children, I think i

I find it very difficult to enthus
Over the current news.
Just when you think that at least
And that is why I do not like the

Some primal termite knocked on woo
And tasted it, and found it good!
And that is why your Cousin May
Fell through the parlor floor toda