POOR
FELLOW
Poor fellow! Deemed a horse's ass
by all as a matter of course.
I pondered and I came to think
"How unfair unto the horse."
DECISIONS
the roads I choose are rough to tread,
strewn with rocks and stubble.
I chanced to view the smoother path
and queried loud "why trouble?"
should
I try the softer road,
avoiding riskier run?
easy street looks damned inviting...
yeah, but where's all the fun?
LIMERICK
'Though
Keats is spicy and dashing
And Shakespeare is simply smashing,
For the Ruler of Rhyme
Only one is all-time:
Sock it to me, Ogden Nashing!
WIT
(or Why Aren't There Any Good Stand-Up Comedians Anymore?)
Wit.
For it
We flit
From twit
To twit,
Put mitt
To mitt.
Let's
quit.
LORD
WHIMSEY
Lunching
one noon on salad and tea,
I pondered a radish and swiped at a bee.
The bee he did buzz in my general direction,
The radish just sat there and wrecked my digestion.
Eyeing
the both and napping a bit,
I birthed this wondrous piece of wit:
Just think how awful for all of you
If bees garnished salads and radishes flew.
RADISH,
ANYONE?
Someone
said God invented the radish,
Invent the radish, He did.
What can I add, except to say,
I'm rather gladdish He did.
ADRIAN,
ADRIAN
Adrian,
Adrian,
Blow your nose.
It's running in rivers all down my clothes.
Adrian,
Adrian,
Well-bred you're not.
But I'll love you forever,
You little old snot.
