Humor: Best of Fortunes for Sunday March 6, 2016

There once was a young man from France Who waited ten years...
There once was a young man from France Who waited ten years for his chance; Then he muffed it...

Death comes on every passing breeze, He lurks in every...
Death comes on every passing breeze, He lurks in every flower; Each season has its own disease, Its peril -- every hour. --Reginald Heber

To write a sonnet you must ruthlessly strip down your words...
To write a sonnet you must ruthlessly strip down your words to naked, willing flesh. Then bind them to a metaphor or three, and take by force a satisfying mesh. Arrange them to your will, each foot in place. You are the master here, and they...