But I, when I undress me Each night, upon my knees Will ask the Lord to bless me With apple-pie and cheese.
A mighty good sausage stuffer was spoiled when the man became a poet.
The biggest fish he ever caught were those that got away.
All good and true book-lovers practice the pleasing and improving avocation of reading in bed ... No book can be appreciated until it has been slept with and dreamed over.
Here we have a baby. It is composed of a bald head and a pair of lungs.
He is so mean, he won't let his little baby have more than one measle at a time.