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

The firefly’s flame
Is something for which science has
I can think of nothing eerier
Than flying around with an unident
person’s posteerier.

A girl whose cheeks are covered wi
Has an advantage with me over one

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.

How pleasant to sit on the beach,
On the beach, on the sand, in the
With ocean galore within reach,
And nothing at all to be done!
No letters to answer,

There is something about a Martin
A tingle remarkably pleasant;
A yellow, a mellow Martini;
I wish I had one at present.
There is something about a Martin

Hypochondriacs
Spend the winter at the bottom of
the Adirondriacs.
You go to Paris and live on champ
If you’re dipsomognac.

So Thomas Edison
Never drank his medicine;
So Blackstone and Hoyle
Refused cod-liver oil;
So Sir Thomas Malory

Cuckoos lead Bohemian lives,
They fail as husbands and as wives
Therefore they cynically disparage
Everybody else’s marriage.

Bring down the moon for genteel J
She’s too refined for this gross p
She wears garments and you wear cl
You buy stockings, she purchases h
She say That is correct, and you