There Is Satisfaction In Seeing One's Household

Not Reading Poetry Amounts To A National Pastime Here.

Sons Do Not Need You. They Are Always Out Of Your Reach, Walking Strange Waters.

I'm A Middle-bracket Person With A Middle-bracket Spouse / And We Live Together Gaily In A Middle-bracket House. / We've A Fair-to-middlin' Family; We Take The Middle View; / So We're Manna Sent From Heaven To Internal Revenue.

O, Merry Is The Optimist, With The Troops Of Courage Leaguing. But A Dour Trend In Any Friend Is Somehow Less Fatiguing.

Those Wearing Tolerance For A Label Call Other Views Intolerable.