A Satire Anthology

by Unknown

This is the reason why I do it:

I lay my egg, and then review it!”

Matthew Claudius.

LET US ALL BE UNHAPPY TOGETHER

WE bipeds, made up of frail clay,

Alas! are the children of sorrow;

And, though brisk and merry to-day,

We may all be unhappy to-morrow.

For sunshine’s succeeded by rain;