Mrs. Marmaduke Moore la zece ani(și ea Pe-atunci Jemima Jevons se numea) Era dintre bocciile din sat. Cosița-i spânzura pe omoplat, Dar nu

My fellow man I do not care for. I often ask me, What\'s he there for? The only answer I can find Is, Reproduction of his kind. If I\'m supposed

Celery, raw Develops the jaw, But celery, stewed, Is more quietly chewed.

There is something about a Martini, A tingle remarkably pleasant; A yellow, a mellow Martini; I wish I had one at present. There is something

The hands of the clock were reaching high In an old midtown hotel; I name no name, but its sordid fame Is table talk in hell. I name no

Consider the auk; Becoming extinct because it forgot how to fly, and could only walk. Consider man, who may well become extinct Because he