Mr. Clarke Played The King All Evening

He Is So Mean, He Won't Let His Little Baby Have More Than One Measle At A Time.

What Smells So? Has Somebody Been Burning A Rag, Or Is There A Dead Mule In The Back Yard? No, The Man Is Smoking A Five-cent Cigar.

A Mighty Good Sausage Stuffer Was Spoiled When The Man Became A Poet.

Winkin', Blinkin', And Nod, One Night Sailed Off In A Wooden Shoe; Sailed Off On A River Of Crystal Light Into A Sea Of Dew. "where Are You Going And What Do You Wish?" The Old Moon Asked The Three. "we've Come To Fish For The Herring Fish That Live In This Beautiful Sea. Nets Of Silver And Gold Have We," Said Winkin', Blinkin', And Nod.

When I Demanded Of My Friend What Viands He Preferred, He Quoth: "a Large Cold Bottle, And A Small Hot Bird!"