The old men know when an old man dies.

Basketball, a game which won't be fit for people until they set the basket umbilicus-high and return the giraffes to the zoo.

When a lady's erotic life is vexed God knows what God is coming next.

There once was an umpire whose vision Was cause for abuse and derision He remarked in surprise, 'Why pick on my eyes? It's my heart that dictates my decision.'

Beneath this slab John Brown is stowed. He watched the ads, And not the road.

I don't mind their having a lot of money, and I don't care how they employ it, but I do think that they damn well ought to admit they enjoy it.

I'm like a backward berry, Unripened on the vine, For all my friends are fifty, And I'm only forty-nine.