Poetry. He tastes her warm kisses, Enjoys her perfume; But, truant like, often The sweets that he sips Are lavished the next moment On lovelier lips. One day a frog Sat on a log And meditated there. When from his tongue The chorus rung Begone, begone, dull care, He took a leap, And from the deep Came music rich and rare. Hundreds at once Made full response, Begone, begone, dull care, The chorus ran Through all the glen, The regions of the air Though dense with fogs, Echoed the frogs, Begone, begone, dull care, PLEASURES (?) OF MEMORY. A college lad With a rich dad Said he would cut a “ dash.” He went, therefore, To the seashore To take a briny splash. He saw a “gal” He liked so well, That he became her mash, She knew by name He was her “ game,” Yes, “deader” yet than "hash.” He had the “ tin,” She “ blew it in,” And “bled” him for his cash, She showed him sights, Through days and nights That made him very rash.
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