The Countess sprawled beside the… As naked a she well could be; Indeed her only garments were A “G” string and a brassière Her washerwoman was amazed,

“Gather around me, children dear; The wind is high and the night is… Closer, little ones, snuggle near; Let’s seek a story of ages old; A magic tale of a bygone day,

It was foretold by sybils three that in an air crash he would die. “I’ll fool their prophesy,” said h… “You won’t get me to go on high. Howe’re the need for haste and spe…

Three men I saw beside a bar, Regarding o’er their bottle, A frog who smoked a rank cigar They’d jammed within its throttle. A Pasha frog it must have been

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,

Through eyelet holes I watched th… Rain of confetti fling; Their joy is lush, their laughter… For Carnival is King. Behind his chariot I pace

Her smile ineffably is sweet, Devinely she is slim; Yet oh how weary are her feet, How aches her every limb! Thank God it’s near to closing ti…

When I blink sunshine in my eyes And hail the amber morn, Before the rosy dew—drop dries With sparkle on the thorn; When boughs with robin rapture rin…

Said I: “See yon vast heaven shin… What earthly sight diviner? Before such radiant Design Why doubt Designer?” Said he: “Design is just a though…

One day the Great Designer sought His Clerk of Birth and Death. Said he: “Two souls are in my tho… to whom I gave life—breath. I deemed my work was fitly done,

When Aunt Jane died we hunted rou… And money everywhere we found. How much I do not care to say, But no death duties will we pay, And Aunt Jane will be well conten…

Upon his way to rob a Bank He paused to watch a fire; Though crowds were pressing rank o… He pushed a passage nigher; Then sudden heard, piercing and wi…

The same old sprint in the morning… Chained all day to the same old de… Posting the same old greasy books,… Oh, how will I manage to stick it… We’ve bidden good—bye to life in a…

Because I was a wonton wild And welcomed many a lover, Who is the father of my child I wish I could discover. For though I know it is not right