Progress might have been all right once, but it's gone on too long.
Oh, what a tangled web do parents weave, when they think that their children are naive.
The only way I can distinguish proper from improper fractions is by their actions
I'm like a backward berry, Unripened on the vine, For all my friends are fifty, And I'm only forty-nine.
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.