On the Funeral of a Rich Miser

A viper bit a Cappadocian’s hide; But’t was the viper, not the man, that died.

Не однажды (она отмечала) В дилижансе её укачало, А четырежды пять, И опять, и опять,…

Old Roger is dead and laid in his grave, Laid in his grave, laid in his grave; Old Roger is dead and laid in his grave, H’m ha! laid in his grave.They planted an apple tree over his head,…

Ветром платье сорвало с певички… (О мужчины, уже по привычке Навострили вы уши. Развращённые души,…

Приём её лукав: Чуть что – лицо в рукав, Мол, слёзы утираю. Меж тем одна у ней…

Here lies a poor woman who was always tired, She lived in a house where help wasn’t hired: Her last words on earth were: ‘Dear friends, I am going To where there’s no cooking, or washing, or sewing,…

Said a foolish householder of Wales, “An odor of coal-gas prevails.” She then struck a light, And later that night…

There once was a spinster from Wheeling, Endowed with such delicate feeling That she thought any chair Should not have its legs bare,…