Haw! Ai’ve just obteened a pension for… And you should hev seen the people… Re-ally, it was surpraising! Maind, Ai am not criticaising,

If, some day, you should find me,… If you should stumble o’er my life… In some still thoroughfare or publ… And sadly say: ‘Alack, and had he lived, as like…

They must not talk....That strong… The male of homo sapiens, bears th… With calm aplomb. Speech is a tr… In any sport conducted by mere man… Thus, when our flannelled Knights…

Dear friends, I’m Deakin.... No; no mistake, You’re wide awake. It’s ALF that’s speakin’... I wish to make

His Honor walked into the shop For of shopping his Honor was fon… Did she blush? Did her eyes indi… In that slim little, trim little b… Did his bachelor heart miss a beat…

Oh, how I hate these chills, thes… Bleak blasts and breezes; Abominate the ‘flu,’ the fierce ’… All inappropriate sneezes; How I detest th’ uneasy, wheezy c…

I saw him stand, a Polar man, Cold anger in his frigid eye, Facing it wild, unruly clan Who poised their fiery shafts on h… Strangely, his very coldness fed

Sweet, think how much the better i… If you thro’ life should thus pres… It really doesn’t matter much to m… But don’t you think you owe the wo… And don’t you think that thro’ som…

The earliest lady in the land, Her pride of caste is high. Where blue Corio’s gleaming stran… Dream 'neath a peaceful sky, She sat her down by her five towns…

You are much too big to dandle, And I will not leave the candle. Go to sleep. You are growing naughty, rather, And I’ll have to speak to father.

I am shocked beyond words! (Said the statesman. ’Tis crime That the clamoring herds Should seek war at this time. For a criminal war is sheer folly

I honour all trees well; but, best… I love those scarred old veterans,… Gazing from eminences, kingly wise… Across great sweeps of changing ea… Gazing with seeming scorn upon the…

When grandma wished to keep her fr… Her apples she would take And put them on a bed of straw At rest, but wide awake; But newer days have newer modes,

‘E passes by, each day, at ten A bottle-shouldered yid Wot looks as if ’e pushed a pen An’ drawes a weekly quid; ‘E’s always with some little lass;

‘He’s blind,' we say. Then turn… Upon our way, again to view Familiar things - some prospect wi… Some olden scene for ever new. Heedless we pass along, and soon