I claim there ain't Another Saint As great as Valentine.
How easy for those who do not bulge to not overindulge!
There is something about a martini, Ere the dining and dancing begin, And to tell you the truth, It is not the vermouth- I think that perhaps it's the gin.
I hope my tongue in prune juice smothers, If I belittle dogs and mothers.
Bankers are just like everybody else, except richer.
One thing about the past. It's likely to last.