Saturday, April 28, 2007

When Ma is Sick (poetry and humor)

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When Ma is Sick

When Ma is sick she pegs away;
She's quiet, though, not much t' say.
She goes right on adoin' things,
An' sometimes laughs, or even sings.
She says she don't feel extra well,
But then it's just a kind o' spell.
She'll be all right tomorrow sure,
A good old sleep will be the cure.
An' Pa, he sniffs an' makes no kick,
For women folks is always sick.
An' Ma, she smiles, lets on she' glad—
When Ma is sick it ain't so bad.

—Scoville Bulletin.


Why Is It?

That a legless man can "put his foot in it?"
That persons who are "consumed by curiosity" still survive?
That frequently a sinking fund is used to meet a floating debt?
That straining the voice is not the proper way to make it clearer?
That we speak of a stream running dry when the only way it can run is wet?
That wives should expect their husbands to foot the bills without kicking?


Not a Personal Matter

The queen of Holland isn't quite sure that she approves of suffrage for women. But, of course, queens don't need it. — Cleveland Plain Dealer.


Like Human Engine

A locomotive may be all right in the long run, but at that it frequently has to take water.


One cannot know everything. — Horace.

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