Consistency Black gets a capital B, I’m woke. Brown should get one too, okey-doke. Anglos are shades of pink, not white, But never mind, capital double-you’s right. And while we’re at it, capital G For the little Green Men we’ll see When the UFOs land, for consistency.
“In the depth of winter I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.” – Albert Camus
Miniver Cheevy, child of scorn Grew lean while he assailed the seasons. He wept that he was ever born, And he had his reasons. Miniver loved the days of old When swords were sharp and steeds were prancing. The vision of a warrior bold Would set him dancing. Miniver sighed for what was not, And
Cats always pick out people who are scared of them and sit on their laps.
Deck us all with Boston Charlie, Walla Walla Wash., and Kalamazoo! Nora’s freezin’ on the trolley, Swaller dollar cauliflower, alley ga-roo! Don’t we know archaic barrel, Lullaby Lilla Boy Louisville Lou! Trolley Molly don’t love Harold, Boola boola pensacoola hullabaloo! Bark we all bow-wows of folly, Double-bubble Toyland trouble, Woof, woof, woof! Tizzy seas on
Of The Rage Of Skadi She of the storm-sky sent down snow-squalls Blowing down birches snuffing out hearth-fires. Deep were the snow-drifts dour was the cold and sharp the wind-bite throughout the northland. Huddled under bearskins in our bedsteads, shivered we sorely, sighing for mercy to Thor’s consort, fearing the doom and death of our