I have a bone to pick with Fate.
Come here and tell me, girlie,
Do you think my mind is maturing late,
Or simply rotted early?
Come here and tell me, girlie,
Do you think my mind is maturing late,
Or simply rotted early?

1902 - 1971/Male/AmericanA poet well-known for his light verse, unconventional rhyming schemes, and humorous poetry. (wikipedia)
View profile & all 31 Poems / StoriesThere is one thing that ought to be taught in all the colleges,Which is that people ought to be taught not to go around always making apologies.
Praise the spells and bless the charms,I found April in my arms.
Celery, rawDevelops the jaw,
I didn't go to church today,I trust the Lord to understand.
There is something about a Martini,A tingle remarkably pleasant;