John Mcenroe Has Hair Like Badly Turned

My Wife Spoke Perfect Italian And She Was Very Beautiful And Very Suave Italian Men Were Crowding Around Her, Talking All The Time And If I Was To Even Understand What Was Going On, I Had To Learn The Language Fast.

On The Correctly Formed Pubescent Girl, A Speedo Looked Wonderful. When It Was Wet, It Was An Incitement To Riot.

You Should Never Trust Anyone Who Listens To Mahler Before They're Forty.

A Lot Of My Poems Are About How Ill I Am And How I Probably Won't Live Beyond Next Week. I Publish A Poem And Everyone Says 'cluck Cluck, How Wonderful, How Brave', But Then Embarrassingly I'm Still Here! You See The Problem?

Sometimes I Feel If I Was Young Again, I Would Wrap A Bandana Around My Head Like Douglas Fairbanks Sr. And I Would Become A Pirate Of The Web. And I Would Go Around Stealing Poems And Assembling Into One Spot Like A Treasure Cave.