While “waiting for his dream boat to come in,”
this one man abruptly and unaccountably
began to smell like Herman Melville on a hot day.
To be funny in the City
you gotta know all the short-cuts,
and then forget what they mean.
In lieu, I suppose, of an ordinary hobby,
this one man instead saved all the thoughts
he’d ever had.
One guy confides,
“I don’t guess I fell guilty enough
to ever be thoroughly respectable.”
A gentleman in West Somewhere writes to say, that although he has purchased a quite expensive, multi-volume encyclopedia of music, and has completely read same several times, he still cannot carry a tune…he demands to “know what’s going on here”?