I will not wash my face; I will not brush my hair; I “pig” around the place— There’s nobody to care. Nothing but rock and tree;

Navels Men have navels more or less; Some are neat, some not Being fat I must confess Mine is far from hot.

Till midnight her needle she plied To finish her pretty pink dress; “Oh, bless you, my darling,” she s… “I hope you will be a success.” As she entered the Oddfellow’s Ha…

For oh, when the war will be over We’ll go and we’ll look for our de… We’ll go when the bee’s on the clo… And the plume of the poppy is red: We’ll go when the year’s at its ga…

I asked of ancient gaffers three The way of their ripe living, And this is what they told to me Without Misgiving. The First: 'The why I’ve lived s…

I ran a nail into my hand, The wound was hard to heal; So bitter was the pain to stand I thought how it would feel, To have spikes thrust through hand…

On silver sand where ripples curle… I counted sea—gulls seven; Shy, secret screened from all the… And innocent as heaven. They did not of my nearness know,

On this festive first of May, Wending wistfully my way Three sad sights I saw today. The first was such a lovely lad He lit with grace the sordid stree…

“Young fellow, listen to a friend: Beware of wedlock —'tis a gamble, It’s MAN who holds the losing en… In every matrimonial scramble.” “Young lady, marriage mostly is

The aged Queen who passed away Had sixty servants, so they say; Twice sixty hands her shoes to tie… Two soapy ones have I. The old Queen had of beds a score…

He wrote a letter in his mind To answer one a maid had sent; He sought the fitting word to find… As on by hill and rill he went. By bluebell wood and hawthorn lane…

Though elegance I ill afford, My living—room is green and gold; The former tenant was a lord Who died of drinking, I am told. I fancy he was rather bored;

My destiny it is tonight To sit with pensive brow Beside my study fire and write This verse I’m making now. This Period, this tiny dot

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