#AmericanWriters
Bring down the moon for genteel J… She’s too refined for this gross p… She wears garments and you wear cl… You buy stockings, she purchases h… She say That is correct, and you…
Who is the happy husband? Why, in… 'Tis he who’s useless in the time… Who, asked to unclasp a bracelet o… Contrives to be utterly futile, fu… Or when a zipper nips his loved on…
"Beep-beep. BANKERS TRUST AUTOMOB… You’ll find a banker at Bankers T… Advertisement in N.Y. Times When comes my second childhood,
Enter, breath; Breath, slip out; Blood, be channeled, And wind about. O, blessed breath and blood which…
There is something about a Martin… A tingle remarkably pleasant; A yellow, a mellow Martini; I wish I had one at present. There is something about a Martin…
The summer like a rajah dies, And every widowed tree Kindles for Congregationalist eye… An alien suttee.
The firefly’s flame Is something for which science has… I can think of nothing eerier Than flying around with an unident… person’s posteerier.
Isabel met an enormous bear, Isabel, Isabel, didn’t care; The bear was hungry, the bear was… The bear’s big mouth was cruel and… The bear said, Isabel, glad to me…
Senescence begins And middle age ends The day your descendents Outnumber your friends.
Nothing makes me sicker than liquor and candy is too expandy
I don’t mind eels Except as meals. And the way they feels.
Sure, deck your limbs in pants, Yours are the limbs, my sweeting. You look divine as you advance . .… Have you seen yourself retreating?
The song of canaries Never varies, And when they’re moulting They’re pretty revolting.
O Duty, Why hast thou not the visage of a… Why displayest thou the countenanc… conscientious organizing spinster That the minute you see her you ar…
Song of the Open Road I think that I shall never see A billboard as lovely as a tree. Perhaps unless the billboards fall… I’ll never see a tree at all.