Isn't Your Life Extremely Flat,with Nothing To

Bless Your Heart, They Don't Mind--they're Exceedingly Kind-- They Don't Blame You--as Long As You're Funny!

The Privilege And Pleasure That We Treasure Beyond Measure Is To Run On Little Errands For The Ministers Of State.

Though I'm Anything But Clever, I Could Talk Like That Forever.

To Sit In Solemn Silence On A Dull, Dark Dock In A Pestilential Prison With A Life-long Lock Awaiting The Sensation Of A Short, Sharp Shock From A Cheap And Chippy Chopper On A Big, Black Block.

On My Face Extended Flat I Was Walloped With A Cat For Listening At The Key-hole Of The Door.