This Life Is A Pumpkin (Daniel Casper von Lohenstein Poems)
This life is a pumpkin, the shell is flesh and bone; The seeds hold the spirit, and the worm-hole is ...
This life is a pumpkin, the shell is flesh and bone; The seeds hold the spirit, and the worm-hole is ...
The bright spots in my life are when the servant quits the place,Although that grim disturbance brings a frown to ...
If you 'ave lost your 'aversack, your kit-bag or your pipe,Your 'ousewife, soap or oily rag with which you clean ...
The column winds on snake-like,Through blistering, treeless spaces;The hovering gray-black dust cloudsTint in ghoulish shades our faces. The sweat of ...
Some sigh for cooks of boyhood days, but none of them for me;One roundup cook was best of all - ...
A life of its own and a long one is ledBy this penguin, with nothing to do with the breast-The ...
We got up a little later than normal, sleeping in on a cloudy Saturday A knock at the door, help ...
THE change of food enjoyment is to man; In this, t'include the woman is my plan. I cannot guess why ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
Impetuously I sprang from bed, Long before lunch was up, That I might drain the dizzy dew From the day's ...
"AND did you really walk," said I, "On such a wretched night? I always fancied Ghosts could fly - If ...
Little Birds are dining Warily and well, Hid in mossy cell: Hid, I say, by waiters Gorgeous in their gaiters ...
Here's a girl from a dangerous town She crops her dark hair short so that less of her has to ...
To end up alone in a tomb of a room without cigarettes or wine-- just a lightbulb and a potbelly, ...
Men with picked voices chant the names of cities in a huge gallery: promises that pull through descending stairways to ...
Seems like a long time Since the waiter took my order. Grimy little luncheonette, The snow falling outside. Seems like ...
I cannot flap a flag Or beat a drum; Behind the mob I lag With larynx dumb; Alas! I fear ...
Said Jones: "I'm glad my wife's not clever; Her intellect is second-rate. If she was witty she would never Give ...
Your dog is not a dog of grace; He does not wag the tail or beg; He bit Miss Dickson ...
Unlucky the hero born In this province of the stuck record Where the most watchful cooks go jobless And the ...
The mountains and glens of Aberfoyle are beautiful to sight, Likewise the rivers and lakes are sparkling and bright; And ...
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