Poets may praise a wattle thatch Doubtfully waterproof; Let me uplift my lowly latch Beneath a rose—tiled roof. Let it be gay and rich in hue,

She was a Philistine spick and sp… He was a bold Bohemian. She had the mode, and the last at… He had a cape and a brigand hat. She was so riant and chic and trim…

My mother loved her horses and Her hounds of pedigree; She did not kiss the baby hand I held to her in glee. Of course I had a sweet nou—nou

Each time that I switch on the li… A Miracle it seems to me That I should rediscover sight And banish dark so utterly. One moment I am bleakly blind,

The humble garret where I dwell Is in that Quarter called the Lat… It isn’t spacious —truth to tell, There’s hardly room to swing a cat… But what of that! It’s there I fi…

Now Kelly was no fighter; He loved his pipe and glass; An easygoing blighter, Who lived in Montparnasse. But 'mid the tavern tattle

I’m scared of it all, God’s truth… It’s too big and brutal for me. My nerve’s on the raw and I don’t… For all the “hoorah” that I see. I’m pinned between subway and over…

He wrote a letter in his mind To answer one a maid had sent; He sought the fitting word to find… As on by hill and rill he went. By bluebell wood and hawthorn lane…

This is the yarn he told me As we sat in Casey’s Bar, That Rooshun mug who scammed from… In the Land of the Crimson Star; That Soviet guy with the single e…

My virtues in Carara stone Cut carefully you all my scan; Beneath I lie, a fetid bone, The marble worth more than the man… If on my pure tomb they should gra…

To have a business of my own With toil and tears, I wore my fingers to the bone For weary years. With stoic heart, for sordid gold

Just Home and Love! the words are… Four little letters unto each; And yet you will not find in all The wide and gracious range of spe… Two more so tenderly complete:

When looking back I dimly see The trails my feet have trod, Some hand divine, it seems to me, Has pulled the strings with God; Some angel form has lifeward leane…

They say that rhyme and rhythm are Outmoded now. I do not know, for I am far From high of brow. But if the twain you take away,