Man is a victim of dope in the incurable form of hope.

The further through life I drift the more obvious it becomes that I am lacking in thrift.

And you stagger down to break your fast. Greasy bacon and lacquered eggs And coffee composed of frigid dregs.

This is my dream, It is my own dream, I dreamt it. I dreamt that my hair was kempt. Then I dreamt that my true love unkempt it.

Sleep is perverse as human nature, Sleep is perverse as a legislature, Sleep is as forward as hives or goiters, And where it is least desired, it loiters.

The burnt child, urged by rankling ire, Can hardly wait to get back at the fire.

The cow is of the bovine ilk: One end is moo, the other, milk.