The starving pole cat leaned against the post without a cent.
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“I’ll stick to you whate’er betide,
Though all the world may scoff.”
Thus spoke the heavy flannel shirt,
But the man said, “Aw, come off!”
* * * * *
He led her to the altar, ’twas merely tit for tat;
He led her to the altar, she led him after that.
* * * * *
He stood on the bridge at midnight,
Beneath the heaven’s great dome,
Because he was married and the jag that he carried,
Made him afraid to go home.
* * * * *
=_When I go to bed at night I snore so loud I cannot sleep. In fact, I am
often compelled to go into the next room so that I may not hear myself
snore._=
* * * * *
“How is the milk maid?”
He said with a bow.
“It isn’t made, Sir,
It comes from a cow.”
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