Humor: Worst of Fortunes for Friday November 30, 2012

Each night Father fills me with dread When he sits on the foot...
Each night Father fills me with dread When he sits on the foot ofmy bed; I'd not mind that he speaks In gibbers and squeaks, But for the seventeen years he's been dead. -- Edward Gorey

From Number Nine, Penwiper Mews, There is really abominable...
From Number Nine, Penwiper Mews, There is really abominable news; They've discovered a head In the box for the bread, But nobody seems to know whose. -- Edward Gorey

From the bathing machine came a din As of jollification...
From the bathing machine came a din As of jollification within; It was heard far and wide, And the incoming tide Had a definite flavour of gin. -- Edward Gorey

There was a young lady named Ciss Who said, "I think...
There was a young lady named Ciss Who said, "I think skating's a bliss " But she'll never restate, For a wheel off her skate .siht ekil gnihtemos pu hsinif reh edaM