One bright fellow (after exclaiming – “Ye gads!”)
confided that the worst of the headaches came
whenever what the Revolution said, “Almost makes sense.”
“You are who you are because of what you are,”
declared the ole man, and his kid said,
“I thought it was the other way around?”
“It is,” he replied, “it is.”
Another chap told me
that he would consider moving
ONLY if he could live closer to himself.
In one quite civilized City
the lengthy name of the latest, popular bar is,
“Wars And How Men Miss The Movement Of Mobs.”
Footnotes are part of the text,
Excuses, of the performance.