Show Envy On a little two-by-four two poor paper Was a fellow whose favorite caper i iWas Was to viciously throw It Into every poet Who ever put pencil to paper I once Issued a volume of verses verses verses' He shrieked then between his curses It fell flat as a fritter I That That's why I am bitter Against every writer of verses Oh prince if your fancy is rhyming When the bells of success are chImIng a You will hear loud and bitter The wails of dt the critter r t Whose feet e stopped ped hl his hd climb climb- ing In every wide field of endeavor The climber cUmber will stumble forever Oer O'er obstacles bitter Put there by the quitter Theres There's no crime like Uke just being more clever Houston Post |