The noblest lord is ushered in By the practicing physician, And the humblest lout is ushered out By a certified mortician. And in between, they find their foyers Alive with summonses from lawyers.

Linguistics becomes an ever eerier area, like I feel like I'm in Oz, Just trying to tell it like it was.

I have an idea that the phrase weaker sex was coined by some woman to disarm some man she was preparing to overwhelm.

A bit of talcum Is always walcum.

The turtle lives 'twixt plated decks Which practically conceal its sex I think it clever of the turtle In such a fix to be so fertile.

Then here's to the heartening wassail, Wherever good fellows are found; Be its master instead of its vassal, and order the glasses around.

God in His wisdom made the fly And then forgot to tell us why.