Growing Old Is Something You

My Favourite Poem Is The One That Starts 'thirty Days Hath September' Because It Actually Tells You Something.

I Think You've Got Something There, But I'll Wait Outside Until You Clean It Up.

In Hollywood, Brides Keep The Bouquets And Throw Away The Groom.

Wages? You Want To Be Wage Slaves? Answer Me That! Of Course Not. What Is It That Makes Wage Slaves? Wages! I Want You To Be Free. Strike Off Your Chains! Strike Up The Band! Strike Three You're Out! Remember, There's Nothing Like Liberty, Except Colliers And The Saturday Evening Post. Be Free, Now And Forever. One And Individual. One For All And All For Me, And Tea For Two And Six For A Quarter.

One Morning I Shot An Elephant In My Pajamas. How He Got Into My Pajamas I'll Never Know.