In Larger Things We Are Convivial; What

I Love A Finished Speaker, I Really, Truly Do I Don't Mean One Who's Polished, I Just Mean One Who's Through.

There Is No Balm Of Gilead, No Salve, No Soothing Ointment To Stay The Pain Of One Who's Had In Love A Disappointment-- Unless It Be That Healing Lotion Of Fixing On A New Devotion.

The Bride, White Of Hair, Is Stooped Over Her Cane Her Faltering Footsteps Need Guiding. While Down The Church Aisle, With Wan Toothless Smile, The Groom In A Wheelchair Comes Riding. And Who Is This Elderly Couple You Ask? You'll Find, When You've Closely Explored It, That Here Is That Rare, Most Conservative Pair, Who Waited 'til They Could Afford It.

Some People Can Carry A Tune, But They Seem To Stagger Under The Load.

Adolescence Isn't A Period; It's A Coma.