Until Eve Arrived, This Was A Man's

My Day-old Son Is Plenty Scrawny, His Mouth Is Wide With Screams, Or Yawny; His Ears Seem Larger Than He's Needing, His Nose Is Flat, His Chin's Receding. His Skin Is Very, Very Red, He Has No Hair Upon His Head, And Yet I'm Proud As Proud Can Be, To Hear You Say He Looks Like Me.

If I Ever Make A Hole In One, A Thrill That I've Never Known, I Won't Be Believed And I'll Have No Fun, For I'm Sure To Be Playing Alone.

[beowolf] Is Considered An Epic Because Of Its Long Speeches, Its Digressions, Its Repetition, And Its Being Required.

The Hand Is Quicker Than The Eye Is, But Somewhat Slower Than The Fly Is.

There Are Very Few Humorists Who Have Written First-rate Humor After They've Become Elderly.