Sufficient Reason
I prostitute my Art
Because it's tactical;
For starving in a garret
Isn't practical!
His Mistress is Heard Singing
"I long to turn to you and say:
Hullo my Darling. . .
How was your day"
What did you do
And who did you meet
And what was the 'to-do'
Down the street?"
These are the little
The darling things
That go together
With wedding rings!
Wide World
O when you lock your doors each night
You either shut the world outside
Or else your own four walls enfold
A planet twice as far and wide!
Tsk! Tsk! Mister Santa!
If Santa Claus comes down my chimney
This year
And puts sooty big foot marks
All over my white hearth rug
I'm going to give him What for!
Last year
He not only knocked half the ornaments off the tree,
And generally bunged things up,
But he insisted on putting beer bottle tops
In the twins' stockings
Instead of the annual quarter.
If Santa Claus comes down my chimney
This year
And doesn't mind his "p's" and "q's" . . .
I'll send him off to bed
And finish the job myself!
Sorcery
What is this shock of sweet delight
That puts all sober thoughts to flight
On hearing someone speak your name
This little candle in my heart
That glows and burns and warms each part
Of day and night. This friendly thing
That stirs in me till I must sing.
Your look and voice, the enchanting way
You pin a flower on my day!