If I Could Only Write, I'd Write

Now Is The Time For All Good Men To Come To.

A Parade Is The Worst Form Of Transportation Known To Man.

A Lump In The Throat Is Worth Two On The Head.

Many Years Ago In A Period Commonly Know As Next Friday Afternoon, There Lived A King Who Was Very Gloomy On Tuesday Mornings Because He Was So Sad Thinking About How Unhappy He Had Been On Monday And How Completely Mournful He Would Be On Wednesday.

In Like A Dimwit, Out Like A Light.