Its a ling road to happiness,
a winding far and high,
But when you walk in love
with the wind in your wings,
and cover the earth with the songs you sing,
the miles fly by.
A violet by a mossy stone
Half hidden from the eye;
Fair as a star, when only one
Is shining in the sky.
-- Wordsworth
Woman wants monogamy;
Man delights in novelty.
Love is woman's moon and sun;
Man has other forms of fun.
Woman lives but in her lord;
Count to ten and man is bored.
-- Dorothy Parker (1893-1967)
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death.
-- last lines of Yeats' "An Irish Airman Foresees His Death" (1919)
A bather whose clothing was strewed
By breezes that left her quite nude,
Saw a man come along
And, unless I'm quite wrong,
You expected this line to be lewd.
A mathematician named Hall
Has a hexahedronical ball,
And the cube of its weight
Times his pecker's, plus eight
Is his phone number -- give him a call..
A pretty young maiden from France
Decided she'd "just take a chance."
She let herself go
For an hour or so
And now all her sisters are aunts.
A worried young man from Stamboul
Founds lots of red spots on his tool.