In Larger Things We Are Convivial; What

If Only I Kept My Eye On The Ball, Looking Downward As Does The Pro There, I Might Not See Where It Was Going, At All, But There Might Be A Chance It Would Go There.

Retired Is Being Tired Twice, I've Thought, First Tired Of Working, Then Tired Of Not.

I Miss My Mattress When I Am Gone; It's One Thing I've Made An Impression On.

The Bride, White Of Hair, Is Stooped Over Her Cane Her Faltering Footsteps Need Guiding. While Down The Church Aisle, With Wan Toothless Smile, The Groom In A Wheelchair Comes Riding. And Who Is This Elderly Couple You Ask? You'll Find, When You've Closely Explored It, That Here Is That Rare, Most Conservative Pair, Who Waited 'til They Could Afford It.

I've Suffered From All Of The Hang-ups Known, And None Is As Bad As The Telephone.