#AmericanWriters
More than a catbird hates a cat, Or a criminal hates a clue, Or the Axis hates the United Sta… That’s how much I love you. I love you more than a duck can sw…
There was a young belle of Natche… Whose garments were always in patc… When comment arose On the state of her clothes, She drawled, When Ah itchez, Ah…
There is a knocking in the skull, An endless silent shout Of something beating on a wall, And crying, “Let me out!” That solitary prisoner
The camel has a single hump; The dromedary, two; Or else the other way around. I’m never sure. Are you?
Barber, barber, come and get me; Hairy torrents irk and fret me. Hair and hair again appears; And climbs like ivy round my ears. Hair across my collar gambols;
Purity Is obscurity.
The cow is of bovine ilk; One end is moo, the other is milk.
Go hang yourself, you old M.D.! You shall not sneer at me. Pick up your hat and stethoscope, Go wash your mouth with laundry so… I contemplate a joy exquisite
Toward a better world I contribut… I eat the squab, lest it become a…
Now when I have a cold I am careful with my cold, I consult a physician And I do as I am told. I muffle up my torso
Behold the duck. It does not cluck. A cluck it lacks. It quacks. It is specially fond
Song of the Open Road I think that I shall never see A billboard as lovely as a tree. Perhaps unless the billboards fall… I’ll never see a tree at all.
Foreigners are people somewhere el… Natives are people at home; If the place you’re at Is your habitat, You’re a foreigner, say in Rome.
The summer like a rajah dies, And every widowed tree Kindles for Congregationalist eye… An alien suttee.
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 classes…