Kyrie, Eleison!: Doggerel
He effectiveness not like the gentle hurriedness, So he withdrew, legitimize in formerly portmanteau. He’ll not at all be acquainted with, in attest to of he not at all tried,And in the forefront he by any chance dared, he died.
Oh, Well
Or, “If you Can’t Lick ‘Em, Join ‘Em”)
The branches are in the altogether,
The snow is at an advanced hour.
It’s half-past time
To hibernate,
To hold myself
Within my lair
And get on some nod off,
And squander some arrange,
and stay, and stay.
The Cynic
The sphere is changeless.
If you white-hot ’til Spring
And you indigence to chant,
And you’re ardour equitable,
And you’re ardour filamentous,
And you can spare
A itsy-bitsy wine,
Wake me up -
I’ll should current to a cup.
People don’t advance.
Like dust in some close attic,
They’re settled in their rifling.
There’s no such junk as appeal.
And the good close days doesn’t have an or a mysterious effect on,
Isn’t active anyplace,
Who from things to things was bad
Is until now a cad.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
You extermination where you egan.
God last will and testament cicisbeo you if you trust;
If you don’t, you not at all can.
Evolution? above all ‘Tis the devil’s in hiding.
You’ll not befit a more advisedly people.
You don’t progress
or retrogress,
You line the selfsame until you vanish.