Lotsa 'osophy
by Sam Chen
A remorseful young man named
Pat
Tried hard to find where
life was at.
Wine, women and song
Put his thinking all
wrong.
Too much of those things
can do that.
A senile old linguist named
Flynn
Said, "At life it's
so hard to win.
The words I once used
Now get me confused;
I forget which language
they're in."
A housewife didn't think
it a treat
When her husband peed
on the seat.
The next night he did,
She'd put down the lid.
Who says that revenge
isn't sweet?
As far as wild oats are
concerned,
There's a lesson that
needs to be learned:
We reap what we sow.
That much I know -
I, who have been badly
burned.
A man who loathed to be
last
Would always drive very
fast.
He also tailgated,
Which was ill-fated:
He's now in a full-body
cast.
The battle of sexes is
raging,
And, like wine and cheese,
has been aging.
But, unlike those two,
It's simply not true
That the war improves
with its (w)aging.
What it's often like on
committee
Is to spend lots of time
on your sittee.
What may be inept
In minutes are kept,
While hours are wasted
- more's the pittee.
The stock market, as we
all know,
Can deal one a mighty
hard blow.
I think I'd do better
If I could unfetter
My penchant for "Buy high,
sell low."
The Good Book says not
to deceive.
What I state here is true,
I believe.
Upon some reflection,
When it comes to injection,
It's more blessed to give
than receive.
A strange thing it is about
hair
(I speak here of men,
to be fair).
They comb, brush and
fuss
And oftentimes cuss
Over something that soon
won't be there.
Concerning life's woes
and its weals:
The women who know how
it feels
To be used, and then
left
Forlorn and bereft
Should remember that time
wounds all heels.