#AmericanWriters
Master I may be, But not of my fate. Now come the kisses, too many too… Tell me, O Parcae, For fain would I know,
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…
The cow is of bovine ilk; One end is moo, the other is milk.
Whales have calves, Cats have kittens, Bears have cubs, Bats have bittens, Swans have cygnets,
Behold the duck. It does not cluck. A cluck it lacks. It quacks. It is specially fond
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.
The ant has made himself illustrio… Through constant industry industri… So what? Would you be calm and placid, If you were full of formic acid?
This one is entering her teens, Ripe for sentimental scenes, Has picked a gangling unripe male, Sees herself in a bridal veil, Presses lips and tosses head,
Purity Is obscurity.
Children aren’t happy with nothing… And that’s what parents were creat…
Belinda lived in a little white ho… With a little black kitten and a l… And a little yellow dog and a litt… And a realio, trulio, little pet d… Now the name of the little black k…
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
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…
Being a father Is quite a bother. You are as free as air With time to spare, You’re a fiscal rocket
Who wants my jellyfish? I’m not sellyfish!
