My sturdy heel into his spine I jam,
To beat his mouth until he pouts at fate,
To punch him sternly in the diaphragm
Is rapture great.
Than to perceive his manly blood run red
No greater joy can unto me be given;
But at one kick to kick him down stone-dead—
That, that is heaven,
Lehigh Burr.
~The Man without a Country.~
The "man without a country" was in such a sorry plight,
There wasn't any place on land where he might pass the night,
But if you'd like to see a man as badly off as he,
Who hasn't any place at all to stay on land or sea,
Who has no spot he may enjoy to any great extent,
Just wait until you see some time the man without a cent.
H.F.H. Amherst Literary Monthly.
~She Shook Her Head.~
"May I kiss you, dear," a youth once cried,
Although scarce hoping what he said;
But the maiden turned away her eyes
And slowly, sadly, shook her head.
"But would you mind," he still went on,
"Now would you really care," he said,
"If I should kiss you?" and again
She turned aside—and shook her head.
J.P. SAWYER. Yale Record.