I've sometimes thought of marrying - and then I've thought again.
Christmas is at our throats again.
There are bad times just around the corner, There are dark clouds travelling through the sky, And it's no good whining, About a silver lining, For we know from experience they won't roll by...
I'm an enormously talented man, and there's no use pretending that I'm not.
He must have been an incredibly good shot.
At twelve noon, The natives swoon And no further work is doneBut mad dogs and Englishmen, Go out in the midday sun.