A mighty good sausage stuffer was spoiled when the man became a poet. |
All human joys are swift of wing, For heaven doth so allot it; That when you get an easy thing, You find you haven't got it |
All human joys are swift of wing, For heaven doth so allot it; That when you get an easy thing, You find you haven't got it |
But I, when I undress me Each night upon my knees Will ask the Lord to bless me, With apple pie and cheese |
He is so mean, he won't let his little baby have more than one measle at a time |
He played the King as though under momentary apprehension that someone else was about to play the ace. |
Here we have a baby. It is composed of a bald head and a pair of lungs. |
I cannot sing the old songs I sang long years ago, And yet I cannot say I'm sad That time hath changed us so, For when I used to sing those songs, My Papa blankety blanked, And Mama took me on her knee And I, alas! was spanked |
I'm being assessed for it. I get nothing, ... I was told by the time I got my tax bill I would get water. My mistake was in not asking them what year. |
Ideas came with explosive immediacy, like an instant birth. Human thought is like a monstrous pendulum; it keeps swinging from one extreme to the other. |
Listen to my tale of woe. |
She is continuing a tradition |
The gingham dog and the calico cat, Side by side on the table sat |
Wynken, Blynken and Nod one night / Sailed off in a wooden shoe - / Sailed on a river of crystal light, / Into a sea of dew. |