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Brevity is the soul of lingerie.
Where's the man could ease a heart
Like a satin gown?
It costs me never a stab nor squirm
To tread by chance upon a worm.
“Aha, my little dear,” I say,
“Your clan will pay me back one day.”
Men seldom make passes
At girls who wear glasses.
Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song,
A medley of extemporanea;
And love is a thing that can never go wrong;
And I am Marie of Roumania.
Woman wants monogamy;
Man delights in novelty.
Love is woman's moon and sun;
Man has other forms of fun. . . .
With this the gist and sum of it,
What earthly good can come of it?
He'd have the best, and that was none too good;
No barrier could hold, before his terms.
He lies below, correct in cypress wood,
And entertains the most exclusive worms.
Sorrow is tranquillity remembered in emotion.
Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren't lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.
Prince, a precept I'd leave for you,
Coined in Eden, existing yet:
Skirt the parlor, and shun the zoo—
Women and elephants never forget.