If I Could Only Write, I'd Write

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.

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

Some Is More Equal Than Others, As Is Well Known. (tammananny Tiger)

There Is No Need To Sally Forth, For It Remains True That Those Things Which Make Us Human Are, Curiously Enough, Always Close At Hand. Resolve, Then, That On This Very Ground, With Small Flags Waving And Tiny Blasts On Tiny Trumpets, We Shall Meet The Enemy, And Not Only May He Be Ours, He May Be Us.

If You Wants To Get Elected President, You'se Got To Think Up Some Memoraboble Homily So's School Kids Can Be Pestered Into Memorizin' It, Even If They Don't Know What It Means.