I think I’ll buy a little field, Though scant am I of pelf, And hold the hope that it may yiel… A living for myself; For I have toiled ten thousand da…

Oh the wife she tried to tell me t… Of a wood—pecker a—rapping on the… And she thought that I was foolin… Of the mustering of legions, and ’… ‘Twas calling me to pull my freigh…

I took the clock down from the she… “At eight,” said I, “I shoot myse… It lacked a minute of the hour, And as I waited all a—cower, A skinful of black, boding pain,

Although I have a car of class, A limousine, I also have a jenny ass I call Titine. And if I had in sober sense

How often do I wish I were What people call a character; A ripe and cherubic old chappie Who lives to make his fellows happ… With in his eyes a merry twinkle,

The very skies wee black with sham… As near my moment drew; The very hour before you cam I felt I hated you. But now I see how fair you are,

Mud is Beauty in the making, Mud is melody awaking; Laughter, leafy whisperings, Butterflies with rainbow wings; Baby babble, lover’s sighs,

He wrote a play; by day and night He strove with passion and delight… Yet knew, long ere the curtain dro… His drama was a sorry flop. In Parliament he sought a seat;

I like to look at fishermen And oftentimes I wish One would be lucky now and then And catch a little fish. I watch them statuesquely stand,

Zut! it’s two o’clock. See! the lights are jumping. Finish up your bock, Time we all were humping. Waiters stack the chairs,

My mother she had children five an… While I, least worthy to survive,… She looks at me, I must confess,… My mother is three—score and ten,… You don’t know how it hurts me whe…

It hurts my pride that I should b… The issue of a night of lust; Yet even Bishops, you’ll agree, Obey the biologic 'must’; Though no doubt with more dignity

The cow-moose comes to water, and… The net is in the eddy of the stre… The teepee stars the vivid sward w… And in the velvet gloom the fire’s… The night is ripe with quiet, rich…

He asked the lady in the train If he might smoke: she smiled cons… So lighting his cigar and fain To talk he puffed away content, Reflecting: how delightful are

I Laugh at Life: its antics make… Where only foolish fellows take th… I laugh at pomp and vanity, at ric… At social inanity, at swager, swan… At poets, pastry—cooks and kings,…