I'm Not Going To Pay Good Money

My Favourite Poem Is The One That Starts 'thirty Days Hath September' Because It Actually Tells You Something.

Whoever Named It Necking Was A Poor Judge Of Anatomy.

I Was So Long Writing My Review That I Never Got Around To Reading The Book.

A Man's Only As Old As The Woman He Feels.

If It Gets Any Hotter In Here I Could Use A Big Fan.