#Americans #XXCentury
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 Spain For a business trip on the bounding main… And to prove to the people, by actual te…
I didn’t go to church today, I trust the Lord to understand. The surf was swirling blue and white, The children swirling on the sand. He knows, He knows how brief my stay,
There is something about a Martini, A tingle remarkably pleasant; A yellow, a mellow Martini; I wish I had one at present. There is something about a Martini,
The rhino is a homely beast, For human eyes he’s not a feast. Farwell, farewell, you old rhinoceros, I’ll stare at something less prepoceros.
They tell me that euphoria is the feelin… well, today I feel euphorian, Today I have the agility of a Greek god… Victorian. Yes, today I may even go forth without…
A mighty creature is the germ, Though smaller than a pachyderm. His customary dwelling place Is deep within the human race. His childish pride he often pleases
How wise I am to have instructed the bu… I am about to volunteer a definition of… Just as I know that there are two Hagen… I know that marriage is a legal and reli… Moreover, just as I am unsure of the di…
Bound to your bookseller, leap to your l… Deluge your dealer with bakshish and bri… Lean on the counter and never say when, Wodehouse and Wooster are with us again… Flourish the fish-slice, your buttons un…
This is my dream, It is my own dream, I dreamt it. I dreamt that my hair was kempt. Then I dreamt that my true love unkempt…
The cow is of bovine ilk; One end is moo, the other is milk.
The truth I do not stretch or shove When I state that the dog is full of lo… I’ve also found, by actual test, A wet dog is the lovingest.
The people upstairs all practise ballet Their living room is a bowling alley Their bedroom is full of conducted tours… Their radio is louder than yours, They celebrate week-ends all the week.
Any hound a porcupine nudges Can’t be blamed for harboring grudges. I know one hound that laughed all winter At a porcupine that sat on a splinter.
The wasp and all his numerous family I look upon as a major calamity. He throws open his nest with prodigality… But I distrust his waspitality.
