Because I’ve come to eighty odd, I must prepare to meet you, God. What should I do? I cannot pray, I have no pious words to say; And though the Bible I might read…
He took the grade in second —quite… Dizzy and dangerous, yet how subli… The road went up and up; it curved… The mountain and the gorge grew mo… He drove serenely, with no hint of…
In the dark and damp of the alley… Lay the Christmas tree that hadn’… By a shopman dourly thrown outside… With the ruck and rubble of Chris… Trodden deep in the muck and mire,
Me and Ed and a stretcher Out on the nootral ground. (If there’s one dead corpse, I’ll… There’s a 'undred smellin’ around.… Me and Eddie O’Brian,
When young I was an Atheist, Yea, pompous as a pigeon No opportunity I missed To satirize religion. I sneered at Scripture, scoffed a…
He gave a picture exhibition, Hiring a little empty shop. Above its window: FREE ADMI… Cajoled the passers—by to stop; Just to admire —no need to purchas…
If dogs could speak, O Mademoisel… What funny stories they could tell… For instance, take your little “pe… How awkward if the dear could spea… How sad for you and all of us,
It’s slim and trim and bound in bl… Its leaves are crisp and edged wit… Its words are simple, stalwart too… Its thoughts are tender, wise and… Its pages scintillate with wit;
In kindergarten classed Dislike they knew; And as the years went past It grew and grew; Until in maidenhood
I was in Warsaw when the first bo… I was in Warsaw when the Terror c… Havoc and horror, famine, fear and… Blasting from loveliness a living… Barring the station towered a sent…
I don’t know how the fishes feel,… That a gay young flapper of a fema… Yet —that’s exactly what she did a… That’ what evr you do you can’t pu… Now that young tom—cod was a dread…
Aye, Montecelli, that’s the name. You may have heard of him perhaps. Yet though he never savoured fame, Of those impressionistic chaps, Monet and Manet and Renoir
I used to think a pot of ink Held magic in its fluid, And I would ply a pen when I Was hoary a a Druid; But as I scratch my silver thatch
O dear little cabin, I’ve loved y… And now I must bid you good—bye! I’ve filled you with laughter, I’… And sometimes I’ve wished I could… Your walls they have witnessed a w…
Said a monkey unto me: “How I’m glad I am not you! See, I swing from tree to tree, Something that you cannot do. In gay greenery I drown;