The Schubert is flying
O no crazy Alaska

Your poetry is all “culture poetry”
Said Frogs. You don’t know the
Meaning of crap.

Birds don't sing, they explain. Only human beings sing.

If half the poets in the world stopped writing, there would still be the same amount of poetry.

If ninety-nine percent of the poets in the world stopped writing poetry, there would still be the same amount of poetry.

Put one hand
Next to a light-switch
With the other hand
Feeling for the wall.

The thing
to do
Is organize

One night, ship’s ball, a party
For those not seasick. And you danced,
Oh how you danced!

Scene 1. Ted and Sally on a porch overlooking the water in Nice or some other resort. The scene is all yellow and green.

You are my Sweetheart; 
Sang the tin can 
I was sitting on a truck 

Another ribald tale of the good times at Madame Lipsky’s. 
Giorgio Finogle bad come in with an imitation of the latest Russian poet, 
The one who wrote the great “Complaint About the Peanut  Farm” which I read to you last year at Mrs. Riley’s, 

Or perhaps you will become de-Mexicoed out of existence!