Though thy fiery wit doth burn my
        heart,
Lest we should ne'er meet and e'er be
        apart,
Let thy tongue red pound me to the
        pavement,
And thy true-bred words be to be
        grave meant; ---
For, to blindly love without e'er seeing,
Is like being cut and yet ne'er
        bleeding:
Logic it defies, and reason as well,
Causes the mind in confoundment to
        swell.
So let it be our lot to be content
With each other's malice, spite, and
        torment;
To speak our needs to each other's
        deaf ears,
And then watch to the sword lay bear
        our cares.
   'Twere better this way our shared
        lives to live
   Than die in the hope and love we
        ne'er give.

What art thou?
For, I am a noun!
Where art thou going?
For, I am going to Wyoming!
Why do you always say "for"?
For, it is the correct way to speak! for,
If I did not say "for," I would be a bore!
Yes, but, it makes me very sore,
And it's something I can't endure,
To hear you always repeat the word "for".
Well, I'm sorry for that, for, I
Mean you no harm, but, I must speak my mind,
Or, I should consider myself some kind
Of a nut! for living a lie!
For, I am an honest man of honest intent,
And, I must admit,
I enjoy! using the word "for," for, "for's" sound
Is quite profound,
And, what's more, "for"
Has a tendency to open many a closed door!

Which way, sir, is it to insanity?
Have you even the slightest vanity?
Myself, methinks it's when the cuckoo clock
Strikes twelve on the dot, and the mental block
That you once had melts down to a blank care,
And on the tube's the nimble Fred Astaire
Dancing on the ceiling. Now of course I
May be wrong, and this I will not deny,
But if every picture tells a story
And is worth a thousand words, then glory
Be! I'm probably right smack on target!
So the next time you head for the market,
   You remember these few choice words of mine;
   They just might help you clear your cluttered mind!

The dragon of the moat
Was given a note
That stated the dos and don'ts
    Of fencing.

The dragon perused the note,
Then threw it in the moat,
For he got turned off by the don'ts,
    And went fishing.

They say, "Ignorance
Is no excuse!"
I surmise,
Forgetfulness,
If it's earnest,
Is a muse
In disguise!

Philadelphia!  Philadelphia!
    City of Brotherly Love!
  Let me embrace you in my arms
    As the angels from up above
  Rain down on you their cares and
       charms.

Philadelphia!  Philadelphia!
    Home of the Liberty Bell!
  Ring aloud your pride and glory
    To every hill, brook and dell,
  And let Happiness be your story.

Philadelphia!  Philadelphia!
    City of Independence!
  Continue on with your journey epic,
    And by your bare presence,
  Shine forth! your brilliance historic.

It was old Ebenezer
Who sent me to seize her
And send her to Caesar
Who would ultimately release her
If she would cease her
     Seditious ways.

She refused to comply,
However, and he was forced to apply
Means he came to rely
On over the years that would supply
His demands with positive results,
          and imply
      An agreement worthy of praise.

She fought off his attempts, though,
And refused to acquiesce so,
And remained obstinate in a manner
          thorough
That would've made the American
          colonists glow
In a blushing red from head to toe
      For days and days.

He finally relented
After his garb he rent it
And allowed her passage back to her  
           tenanted
Community where her fame was
           cemented
In the minds of each person there
           who  assented
      To her winning forays.