«A beauty’s tempting eyes / Will do no harm by glancing; / Since youth we fantasize / Of loving and romancing. / My friends, you must agree, / My friends, you must agree, / Although it’s not all sugar, / It simply has to be. Move on, my destiny! / If not — oh well, whatever; / ...»
«There used to be a soldier boy, / You’d find nobody braver, / But he was just a children’s toy, / For he was made of paper. He’d make the world in every way / Both happier and safer, / But on a thread he hung all day, / For he was made of paper. He’d gladly perish twice for you...»
«In a bottle old and brown / From the dark imported beer / Of a rose the scarlet crown / Bloomed with poise and graceful cheer. / I was writing of the past, / Slowly letting it unravel, / From the first page to the last / Making my uncertain travel. One is telling as he’s willing, / ...»
«Trunk color crimson and crown color blue, / Pine cones of green gently clinking, / There was the wind and the room it went through, / There they praised lovers with singing, / There was the wind and the strings that it brushed, / Caught in a long conversation… / January came in a madde...»