The Changeable Man
O,
isn’t life a funny thing?
Eight months ago you loudly swore
You’d
give a lot to find a spot
Where you could get warm once more.
More
Rhyme than Reason
A
picnic is a lively prance,
For quiet little boys, perchance,
When
they alas! Sit on the grass
And get their pants chock full of ants.
Passing
Flowers
How
doth the little busy bee
Drain every flower to its dregs,
Then
change its ways, leave bright bouquets,
Forget-me-nots on Johnnie’s legs.
The
Modern Sampsoness
The
summer girl is strong they say,
She surely is, we must admit,
To
break a dozen hearts a day,
And show no outward signs of it.
Not
a Remote Case
“Ice
cream is good for invalids,”
He heard the doctor say, he did;
And
since that night young Johnny, bright,
Has been a partial invalid.
Along
the Beach
That
calves are fond of water too,
As well as milk, I’m prone to think;
It
must be true because we knew
So many standing in the drink.
July 26, 1910
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