|Linux Songs Poems: 505 of 719|
Terence, this is stupid stuff:
You eat your victuals fast enough;
There can't be much amiss, 'tis clear,
To see the rate you drink your beer.
But oh, good Lord, the verse you make,
It gives a chap the belly-ache.
The cow, the old cow, she is dead;
It sleeps well the horned head:
We poor lads, 'tis our turn now
To hear such tunes as killed the cow.
Pretty friendship 'tis to rhyme
Your friends to death before their time.
Moping, melancholy mad:
Come, pipe a tune to dance to, lad.
-- A.E. Housman
|Linux Songs Poems: 506 of 719|
That feeling just came over me.
-- Albert DeSalvo, the "Boston Strangler"
|Linux Songs Poems: 507 of 719|
That money talks,
I'll not deny,
I heard it once,
It said "Good-bye.
-- Richard Armour
|Linux Songs Poems: 508 of 719|
The Advertising Agency Song
When your client's hopping mad,
Put his picture in the ad.
If he still should prove refractory,
Add a picture of his factory.
|Linux Songs Poems: 509 of 719|
The all-softening overpowering knell,
The tocsin of the soul, -- the dinner bell.
-- Lord Byron
|Linux Songs Poems: 510 of 719|
The bank called to tell me that I'm overdrawn,
Some freaks are burning crosses out on my front lawn,
And I *can't*believe* it, all the Cheetos are gone,
It's just ONE OF THOSE DAYS!
-- Weird Al Yankovic, "One of Those Days"
|Linux Songs Poems: 511 of 719|
The bank sent our statement this morning,
The red ink was a sight of great awe!
Their figures and mine might have balanced,
But my wife was too quick on the draw.
|Linux Songs Poems: 512 of 719|
The Bird of Time has but a little way to fly ...
and the bird is on the wing.
-- Omar Khayyam
|Linux Songs Poems: 513 of 719|
The boy stood on the burning deck,
Eating peanuts by the peck.
His father called him, but he could not go,
For he loved those peanuts so.
|Linux Songs Poems: 514 of 719|
The camel has a single hump;
The dromedary two;
Or else the other way around.
I'm never sure. Are you?
-- Ogden Nash