If I ever make a hole in one, A thrill that I've never known, I won't be believed and I'll have no fun, For I'm sure to be playing alone.

Some golfers blast their ball from traps, With one adroit explosion, But others, out in ten perhaps, Depend upon erosion.

Each year it grows harder to make ends meet - the ends I refer to are hands and feet.

Politics, it seems to me, for years, or all too long, has been concerned with right or left instead of right or wrong.

Rather than earn money, it was Thoreau's idea to reduce his wants so that he would not need to buy anything. As he went around preaching this ingenious idea, the shopkeepers of Concord hoped he would drop dead.

A rumor is one thing that gets thicker instead of thinner as it is spread.

Beauty is only skin deep, and the world is full of thin skinned people.