Her Colors (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Utter incongruity jarred my drive to the coffeehouse My eye pulled to the cluster of prom dresses, dapper Dan's, bright ...
Utter incongruity jarred my drive to the coffeehouse My eye pulled to the cluster of prom dresses, dapper Dan's, bright ...
What conversazzhyonies wuz I really did not know, For that, you must remember, wuz a powerful spell ago; The camp ...
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
THE worst of ills, with jealousy compared, Are trifling torments ev'ry where declared. IMAGINE, to yourself a silly fool, To ...
There were three in the meadow by the brook Gathering up windrows, piling cocks of hay, With an eye always ...
The hunt begins at a languid pace belying hysteria building in place, biding its time to menace the peace in ...
"Gimme 'n F" the spruiker cried, "gimme a U" and crowd near died, they knew before he came to, Whatzat ...
And you will claim we need more births to keep our population mix in check while nature's truths suggest there ...
Now as Heaven is my Lot, they're the Pests of the Nation! Wherever they can come With clankum and blankum ...
Saint Peter stood, at Heaven's gate, All souls claims to adjudicate Saying to some souls, "Enter in!" "Go to Hell," ...
To be a great musician you must be a man of moods, You have to be, to understand sonatas and ...
I've known the pleasures of being fired at least eleven times- most notably by Larry who found my snood unsuitable, ...
Peoples of the world, together Join to serve the common cause! So it feeds us all for ever See to ...
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fishing in America as if Trout Fishing ...
DEAR SMITH, the slee'st, pawkie thief, That e'er attempted stealth or rief! Ye surely hae some warlock-brief Owre human hearts; ...
MY heart was ance as blithe and free As simmer days were lang; But a bonie, westlin weaver lad Has ...
O HOW can I be blythe and glad, Or how can I gang brisk and braw, When the bonie lad ...
Chorus.-Ca'the yowes to the knowes, Ca' them where the heather grows, Ca' them where the burnie rowes, My bonie Dearie. ...
FRIEND of the Poet, tried and leal, Wha, wanting thee, might beg or steal; Alake, alake, the meikle deil Wi' ...
WHARE live ye, my bonie lass? And tell me what they ca' ye; My name, she says, is mistress Jean, ...
IN Tarbolton, ye ken, there are proper young men, And proper young lasses and a', man; But ken ye the ...
MY lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish ...
Chorus.-O WHISTLE, an' I'll come to ye, my lad, O whistle, an' I'll come to ye, my lad, Tho' father ...
O YE wha are sae guid yoursel', Sae pious and sae holy, Ye've nought to do but mark and tell ...
WHILE briers an' woodbines budding green, An' paitricks scraichin loud at e'en, An' morning poussie whiddin seen, Inspire my muse, ...
HAIL, thairm-inspirin', rattlin' Willie! Tho' fortune's road be rough an' hilly To every fiddling, rhyming billie, We never heed, But ...
'TWAS on a Monday morning, Right early in the year, That Charlie came to our town, The young Chevalier. Chorus.-An' ...
YE Irish lords, ye knights an' squires, Wha represent our brughs an' shires, An' doucely manage our affairs In parliament, ...
THERE'S a youth in this city, it were a great pity That he from our lassies should wander awa'; For ...
I HOLD it, sir, my bounden duty To warn you how that Master Tootie, Alias, Laird M'Gaun, Was here to ...
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