Words as True as Sublime
Ye birds of the air, come listen to me
for I know how to sing. Let me tell you
in plain, you're a nice pack of dunces.
List to the harmony floating along that
cuts me deep. Come hand me my bow,
as my gray beard is bowed on my breast.
Till I let fly my arrow, be consoled as
I am, Mr. "Good Time," so often making
scrap-books in the dark. I will let you
see how to keep up the charm, or dance
and play cards. I'm born to reign very
respectfully and beg pardon for intruding.
I know what's what, as I warble sweet
songs pirouetting far wide of the mark.
His Accidency
A gale was blowing before water
could be got on the flames, and from
the intensity of the heat her smiles
with blushes mingle, reticent about
what her answer would be. A long
story is told of the cathedral, but the
short of it is that the maiden drops
her liquid eyes. Why seek the bridal
halter, when you may live on with
a view to fresh fruits and vegetables?
The garden spot was fast becoming
a subterranean vault. Nobody will see
it, that little caper of his. It was left
unexplored, a black memorial tablet.
Now So Persevering
This gentleman has a most agreeable
manner of receiving instruction, adapting
himself to the world's greatest living
Prima Donna, deservedly prized by the
lucky winner. The day was not long
enough for anything but his duties, acting
as the great principle worth forty other
foolish imitations. Their mangled remains
are scattered in every direction without
roof to cover them. Yet their industry has
a vital interest in this enterprise, taught
simply as accomplishments in opposition.
This is as it should be. The gentleman
may yet succeed in the red and the white.
Stephen Kagarise 