Effie sat propped up in bed, reading
by lamp light, but could not concentrate
on words.She could think only
of Priscilla, her dearest friend,
She never kept a journal, put her life
on paper for posterity to read,
and all I know of her is she was wife
to great-great grandpa and she shared his need
The Republican and the Democrat
Side by side on the rostrum sat.
'Twas half past six, two thousand eight
And time for another big debate.
it. end is now do to thing best the so
it recommend or praise to little There's
salad tossed-poorly a resembles of sort it
ballad; a or haiku, sonnet, a isn't It
All yesterday and half the night
I struggled with a yearly plight
That causes me confusion and despair:
An old dog who was learning to speak
Had to practice for more than a week,
But now he can say,
'Hello' and 'Good day'
The whole Pluto problem
is very confusing,
but brings up a question
that I find amusing:
Any young married person, of course,
Always has ample grounds for divorce.
You just have to decide
That you're there for the ride.
A ridiculous lady from Trent
Went to sleep every night in a tent.
When the winter wind blew,
Then away the tent flew.
When ancient Greeks devised a map of sky
and chose twelve constellations for their chart
that followed the ecliptic, did they lie
at night on mats, look up, agree to start