Candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker.
I hope my tongue in prune juice smothers, If I belittle dogs and mothers.
Tonight's December thirty-first, something is about to burst. The clock is crouching, dark and small, like a time bomb in the hall. Hark, it's midnight, children dear. Duck! Here comes another year!
My garden will never make me famous, I'm a horticultural ignoramus.
A bit of talcum Is always walcum.
Time is so old and love so brief, love is pure gold and time a thief. We're late, darling, we're late, The curtain descends, everything ends, too soon, too soon.