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

Said I to Pain: “You would not d… Do ill to me.” Said Pain: “Poor fool! Why shoul… Whom you may be? To clown and king alike I bring

We’ve finished up the filthy war; We’ve won what we were fighting fo… (Or have we? I don’t know). But anyway I have my wish: I’m back upon the old Boul’ Mich’…

Because I love the soothing weed And am of sober type, I’d choose me for a friend in need A man who smokes a pipe. A cove who hasn’t much to say,

“Lord God of Hosts,” the people p… “Make strong our arms that we may… Our cursed foe and win the day.” “Lord God of Battles,” cries the… “Guide us to strike a bloody blow,

For five and twenty years I’ve ru… A famous train; But now my spell of speed is done, No more I’ll strain My sight along the treadless track…

He used to say: There ain’t a dou… Misfortune is a bitter pill, But if you only pry it out You’ll find there’s good in every… There’s comfort in the worst of wo…

I don’t think men of eighty odd Should let a surgeon operate; Better to pray for peace with God… And reconcile oneself to Fate: At four—score years we really shou…

Rosemary has of dolls a dozen, Yet she disdains them all; While Marie Rose, her pauper cous… Has just an old rag doll. But you should see her mother it,

The Spirit of the Unborn Babe pe… Peered through the window—pane tha… For, oh, the sky was desolate and… And how the little room was cramme… Except the flirting of the fire th…

Here is my Garret up five flights… Here’s where I deal in dreams and… Here is the wonder—shop of all my… My sounding sonnets and my red rom… Here’s where I challenge Fate and…

An olive fire’s a lovely thing; Somehow it makes me think of Spri… As in my grate it over—spills With dancing flames like daffodils… They flirt and frolic, twist and t…

A ray of sun strayed softly round, For something to caress, Until a resting place it found Of joy and thankfulness; 'Twas Minette, our Angora cat,

Familiarity some claim Can breed contempt, So from it let it be your aim To be exempt. Let no one exercise his brawn

Because I have no garden and No pence to buy, Before the flower shop I stand And sigh. The beauty of the Springtide spil…