For man puts on his flying gear
And wallops birdie, too.
As to prose, here you are:
Want Too Much
“Some time ago two surgeons took a ten-pound tumor out of Dave Saunders, an’ to-day he got a terrible big bill for the operation.”
“Is Dave goin’ to pay it?”
“No; he sez, ‘they’ve got enough out of him already.’”
Monkish
Behold the tippler and mark how he tippeth in the streets. Whoso hath discolouration of the optic? Is it not the meddler? Yea. He that is a lunkhead condemneth that which he comprehendeth not.
Be thou not envious of them that have vacation in time of influenza.