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Poets. Back to Top. Unwillingly Miranda wakes,Feels the sun with terror,One unwilling step she takes,Shuddering to the mirror. Miranda in Miranda's. Is old and gray and dirty; Twenty- nine she was last night; This morning she is thirty. Shining like the morning. Like the twilight shining,Haunted by a calendar,Miranda sits a- pining.

Silly girl, silver girl,Draw the mirror toward you; Time who makes the years to whirl. Adorned as he adorned you. Time is timelessness for. Calendars for the human; What's a year, or thirty, to. Loveliness made woman?

Oh, Night will not see. Yet soft her wing, Miranda; Pick up your glass and tell me, then - -How old is Spring, Miranda? There once was a man from Calcutta,Who coated his tonsils with butta,Thus converting his snore. From a thunderous roar,To a soft, oleaginous mutta. Bring down the moon for genteel Janet; She's too refined for this gross planet. She wears garments and you wear clothes,You buy stockings, she purchases hose. She say That is correct, and you say Yes,And she disrobes and you undress. Confronted by a mouse or moose,You turn green, she turns chartroose. Her speech is new- minted, freshly quarried; She has a fore- head, you have a forehead.

Nor snake nor slowworm draweth nigh her; You go to bed, she doth retire. To Janet, births are blessed events,And odors that you smell she scents. Replete she feels, when her food is yummy,Not in the stomach but the tummy.

If urged some novel step to show,You say Like this, she says Like so. Her dear ones don't die, but pass away; Beneath her formal is lonjeray. Of refinement she's a fount, or fountess,And that is why she's now a countess. She was asking for the little girls' room. And a flunky though she said the earl's room.

Back to. People. When people aren't asking question. They're making suggestions. And when they're not doing one of those. They're either looking over your shoulder or stepping on your toes. And then as if that weren't enough to annoy you.

They employ you. Anybody at leisure. Incurs everybody's displeasure. It seems to be very irking.

To people at work to see other people not working,So they tell you that work is wonderful medicine,Just look at Firestone and Ford and Edison,And they lecture you till they're out of breath or something. And then if you don't succumb they starve you to death or something.

All of which results in a nasty quirk: That if you don't want to work you have to work to earn enough money so that you. Back to. People. A bit of talcum. Is always walcum.

Back to. People. People expect old men to die,They do not really mourn old men. Old men are different. People look. At them with eyes that wonder when.. People watch with unshocked eyes; But the old men know when an old man dies. Back to. People. There was a young belle of old Natchez. Whose garments were always in patchez.

When comment arose. On the state of her clothes,She replied, When Ah itchez, Ah scratchez. Back to. People. In Baltimore there lived a boy. He wasn't anybody's joy.

Although his name was Jabez Dawes,His character was full of flaws. In school he never led his. He hid old ladies' reading glasses,His mouth was open when he chewed,And elbows to the table glued. He stole the milk of hungry kittens,And walked through doors marked NO ADMITTANCE. He said he acted thus because.

There wasn't any Santa Claus. Another trick that tickled. Jabez. Was crying 'Boo' at little babies. He brushed his teeth, they said in town,Sideways instead of up and down.

Yet people pardoned every sin,And viewed his antics with a grin,Till they were told by Jabez Dawes,'There isn't any Santa Claus!'Deploring how he did. His parents swiftly sought their grave. They hurried through the portals pearly,And Jabez left the funeral early.

Like whooping cough, from. He sped to spread the rumor wild: 'Sure as my name is Jabez Dawes. There isn't any Santa Claus!'Slunk like a weasel of a marten. Through nursery and kindergarten,Whispering low to every tot,'There isn't any, no there's not!'The children wept all.

Christmas eve. And Jabez chortled up his sleeve. No infant dared hang up his stocking. For fear of Jabez' ribald mocking. He sprawled on his untidy. Fresh malice dancing in his head,When presently with scalp- a- tingling,Jabez heard a distant jingling; He heard the crunch of sleigh and hoof.

Crisply alighting on the roof. What good to rise and bar the door? A shower of soot was on the floor.

What was beheld by Jabez. Dawes? The fireplace full of Santa Claus! Then Jabez fell upon his knees. With cries of 'Don't,' and 'Pretty Please.'He howled, 'I don't know where you read it,But anyhow, I never said it!''Jabez' replied the angry saint,'It isn't I, it's you that ain't. Although there is a Santa Claus,There isn't any Jabez Dawes!'Said Jabez then with. Oh, yes there is, and I am him! Your magic don't scare me, it doesn't'And suddenly he found he wasn't!

From grimy feet to grimy locks,Jabez became a Jack- in- the- box,And ugly toy with springs unsprung,Forever sticking out his tongue. The neighbors heard his. They searched for him, but not with zeal. No trace was found of Jabez Dawes,Which led to thunderous applause,And people drank a loving cup. And went and hung their stockings up. All you who sneer at Santa.

Claus,Beware the fate of Jabez Dawes,The saucy boy who mocked the saint. Watch My Boyfriends` Dogs Dailymotion. Donner and Blitzen licked off his paint. Back to. People. I give you now Professor Twist,A conscientious scientist,Trustees exclaimed, "He never bungles!"And sent him off to distant jungles.

Camped on a tropic riverside,One day he missed his loving bride. She had, the guide informed him later,Been eaten by an alligator. Professor Twist could not but smile."You mean," he said, "a crocodile."Back to. People. People who have what they want are very fond of telling people who haven't what.

And I wish I could afford to gather all such people into a gloomy castle on the. Danube and hire half a dozen capable Draculas to haunt it. Watch Don`T Change Your Husband Streaming. I don't' mind their having a lot of money, and I don't care how they employ it,But I do think that they damn well ought to admit they enjoy it.

But no, they insist on being stealthy. About the pleasures of being wealthy,And the possession of a handsome annuity.

Makes them think that to say how hard it is to make both ends meet is their. You cannot conceive of an occasion. Which will find them without some suitable evasion. Yes indeed, with arguments they are very fecund; Their first point is that money isn't everything, and that they have no money. Some people's money is merited,And other people's is inherited,But wherever it comes from,They talk about it as if it were something you got pink gums from.

Perhaps indeed the possession of wealth is constantly distressing,But I should be quite willing to assume every curse of wealth if I could at the. The only incurable troubles of the rich are the troubles that money can't cure,Which is a kind of trouble that is even more troublesome if you are poor. Certainly there are lots of things in life that money won't buy, but it's very. Have you ever tried to buy them without money? Back to. People. Poets aren't very useful.

Because they aren't consumeful or produceful. George And The Dragon Full Movie Online Free. Back to. People. Kipling's Vermont.

Song of the Open Road. Back to Top. The summer like a rajah dies,And every widowed tree. Kindles for Congregationalist eyes. An alien suttee. Back to. Places. I think that I shall never see.

A billboard lovely as a tree. Indeed, unless the billboards fall. I'll never see a tree at all. Back to. Places. The Canary. The Cobra. The Cow. The Eel. The Guppy.

The Hippopotamus. The Octopus. The Ostrich. The Pig. The Shrimp.

The Tale of Custard the Dragon. The Sea- Gull. The Turtle. Back to Top. The song of canaries. Never varies,And when they're molting. They're pretty revolting. Back. to Animals.

This creature fills its mouth with venom.