Use eh, “It’s imp lean on scents, shear!”
Gnome attar; Anna lies align!
Nation mice lender verse says knot—
Fork rip tick poet real Ike mine,
How Aaron weal, demesnes allot.
THEN AND NOW
BY CAROLYN WELLS
WHEN my jokes appeal to the editors’ mind,
And they send me word they’ve kept ’em;
I am so glad if they’re the kind