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The German Hotel

© Charles Bukowski

it's our favorite hotel and if I ever get rich I am
going to buy it and fire the night clerk and there will
be enough ice cubes and corkscrews for everybody.

A Friend In Need

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

Who has room for a friend

Who has money to spend,

Enoch Arden

© Alfred Tennyson

At length she spoke `O Enoch, you are wise;
And yet for all your wisdom well know I
That I shall look upon your face no more.'

Ben Hall

© Anonymous

My name is Ben Hall from Urunga I came,
The cause of my turn out you all know the same;
I was sent to the gaol my cattle turned to the Crown
I was forced to the bush my sorrow to drown.

The Maid-Martyr

© Jean Ingelow

Her face, O! it was wonderful to me,
There was not in it what I look'd for-no,
I never saw a maid go to her death,
How should I dream that face and the dumb soul?

X-Pug

© Charles Bukowski

he hooked to the body hard

took it well

The Disgrace Of Poverty

© Edgar Albert Guest

The lady what comes up to our house t' wash

Is awfully poor, an' she's got

The Dutch in the Medway

© Rudyard Kipling

If wars were won by feasting,

Or victory by song,

The Lake Josephus Days

© Richard Brautigan

We left Little Redfish for Lake Josephus, traveling along the

good names-from Stanley to Capehorn to Seafoam to the

Laurance - [Part 1]

© Jean Ingelow

I.
He knew she did not love him; but so long
As rivals were unknown to him, he dwelt
At ease, and did not find his love a pain.

The Vulture (Parody of Poe's "Raven")

Once upon a midnight chilling, as I held my feet unwilling
O'er a tub of scalding water, at a heat of ninety-four;
Nervously a toe in dipping, dripping, slipping, then out-skipping,
Suddenly there came a ripping whipping, at my chamber's door.
"'Tis the second-floor," I muttered, "flipping at my chamber's door--
Wants a light--and nothing more!"