My favourite poem is the one that starts 'Thirty days hath September' because it actually tells you something.
If it gets any hotter in here I could use a big fan.
Who are you going to believe, me or your own eyes?
You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, and that's not saying much for you
Anyone who says he can see through women is missing a lot.
And stop pointing that beard at me, it might go off!