Men Against Women Shopping!

A women goes out shopping with her

husband and spots a pair of boots she loves.

The husband says, "No chance love, they're

way too expensive."

Later on in bed, the wife is just 

falling asleep when the husband tries

his luck and places his hand on her

hip and then lower on to her thigh.

She turns to him and say's, " I

don't think so mate. If you're not

prepared to shoe the horse then you

sure as hell ain't riding it!"

Night and Day

Like the beat beat beat of the tom-tom
When the jungle shadows fall,
Like the tick tick tock of the stately clock
As it stands against the wall,
Like the drip drip drip of the raindrops
When the summer shower is through,
So a voice within me keeps repeating
You - You - You.

Night and day you are the one,
Only you beneath the moon and under the sun.
Whether near to me or far
It's no matter, darling, where you are,
I think of you, night and day.
Day and night, why is it so
That this longing for you follows wherever I go?
In the roaring traffic's boom,
In the silence of my lonely room,
I think of you, night and day.
Night and day under the hide of me
There's an, oh, such a hungry yearning burning inside of me,
And its torment won't be through
Till you let me spend my life making love to you
Day and night, night and day.

SCHOOLGIRL

 Home work, home work,

Every night there's home work,

While Elsie practises the gas goes pop,

I wish, I wish she'd stop,

Oh dear, oh dear,

You can't go out again, you must stay home,

You waste your money on that common Picturedrome,

Don't shirk - stay here and do your work.

Yearning, yearning,

How my heart is burning.

I'll see him Saturday in Strong Man's Pain

And then on Monday and on Friday week again.

To me he is the sole man

Who can kiss as well as Colman,

I could faint whenever there's a close-up of his lips,

Though John Barrymore is larger

When my hero's on his charger

Even Douglas Fairbanks Junior hasn't smaller hips.

If only he could know

That I adore him so.

Mad about the boy,

It's simply scrumptious to be mad about the boy,

I know that quite sincerely 

Housman really

Wrote The Shropshire Lad about the boy.

In my English Prose

I've done a tracing of his forehead and his nose

And there is, honour bright,

A certain slight

Effect of Galahad about the boy.

I've talked to Rosie Hooper,

She feels the same as me,

She says that Gary Cooper

Doesn't thrill her to the same degree.

In Can Love Destroy?

When he meets Garbo in a suit of corduroy,

He gives a little frown

And knocks her down.

Oh dear, oh dear, I'm mad about the boy.

Thanksgiving Day

Over the river and through the wood,

To grandfather's house we go;

The horse knows the way

To carry the sleigh

Through the white and drifted snow.

Over the river and through the wood

Oh, how the wind does blow!

It stings the toes

And bites the nose,

As over the ground we go.

Over the river and through the wood,

To have first rate play.

Hear the bells ring,

"Ting-a-ling-ding!"

Hurrah for Thanksgiving Day!

Over the river and through the wood,

And straight through the barn-yard gate,

We seem to go

Extremely slow

It is so hard to wait!

Over the river and through the wood

Now grandmother's cap I spy!

Hurrah for the fun!

Is the pudding done?

Hurrah for the pumpkin-pie!

What Lips My Lips Have Kissed

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply,
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone;
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.

By: Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950)