The Impulsive Cuss
A maiden not lacking in pride
Went out with her beau for a ride.
She said, “Tell me, Joe,
How far do you go?”
“The sky is my limit!” he cried.
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There was an old sculptor named Phidias,
Whose knowledge of art was invidious.
He carved Aphrodite
Without any nightie,
Which shocked all the people fastidious.
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There was a young lady named Florence,
Who for kissing professed great abhorrence.
At last she was kissed,
And said: “My! What I’ve missed!”
And cried till the tears fell in torrents.
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This story may be overdrawn,
But now that my ink is all gone,
I’ll say goodby, guys,
And cease with my lies;
’Tis yours very truly,—Bull Kahn.
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Even the repeal of the Eighteenth amendment wouldn’t do the brewers any good. Everybody knows how to make his own, now.
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