Every heart this May morning in joyance is beating
Several kidneys may also employments be meeting.
And I would that my tongue could utter
The words that I wish I could mutter.
What I Meant to Say
O you chorus of indolent reviewers,
All you critics so redolent of sewers!
Real Estate Deal
The Lord let the house of a brute to the soul of a man,
Then took out a lien on the lean-to the poor fellow ran.
A thousand moons will quiver
Before I’ll swallow liver.
O Love, Love, Love! O withering might!
My throbbing’s all over for the night!
No Next Round
And may there be no moaning of the bar
When I’ve snuck out and left the door ajar.
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