OLD-FASHIONED GRANDMOTHER: “Why! Muriel, where are your dolls this morning? Why don’t you take them out in your doll’s carriage, dear?”
MURIEL (slightly bored): “Oh! I leave all that to their nurse.”
A TRIOLET
BY LEROY TITUS WEEKS
I TOOK just a kiss,
But her lips would repeat.
What rapture! what bliss!
I took just a kiss.
You see, it’s like this:
“With what measure ye mete—!”