#AmericanWriters
As I was going to St. Ives I met a man with seven lives; Seven lives, In seven sacks, Like seven beeves
First a little Then a lottle
Whales have calves, Cats have kittens, Bears have cubs, Bats have bittens, Swans have cygnets,
Sure, deck your limbs in pants; Yours are the limbs, my sweeting. You look divine as you advance— Have you seen yourself retreating?
I have a bone to pick with fate, Come here and tell me girly, Do you think my mind is maturing l… Or simply rotting early.
The cow is of bovine ilk; One end is moo, the other is milk.
From whence arrived the praying ma… From outer space, or lost Atlanti… glimpse the grin, green metal mug at masks the pseudo-saintly bug, Orthopterous, also carnivorous,
May I join you in the doghouse, R… I wish to retire till the party’s… Since three o’clock I’ve done my… To entertain each tiny guest; My conscience now I’ve left behin…
Husbands are things that wives have to get used to putting up with. And with whom they breakfast with and sup with. They interfere with the discipline of nurseries, They ...
Consider the auk; Becoming extinct because he forgot… Consider man, who may well become… Because he forgot how to walk and…
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…
One thing that literature would be… Would be a more restricted employm… metaphor. Authors of all races, be they Gre… Can’t seem just to say that anythi…
I don’t mind eels Except as meals. And the way they feels.
Celery, raw Develops the jaw, But celery, stewed, Is more quietly chewed.
They tell me that euphoria is the… well, today I feel euphorian, Today I have the agility of a Gre… Victorian. Yes, today I may even go forth wi…