My favourite poem is the one that starts 'Thirty days hath September' because it actually tells you something.
Anybody who doesn't like this book is healthy
Clowns work as well as aspirin, but twice as fast.
Believe me, you have to get up early if you want to get out of bed.
If women dressed for men, the stores wouldn't sell much - just an occasional sun visor.
Afraid? Me? A man who's licked his weight in wild caterpillars?