Billy, in one of his nice new sashes, Fell in the fire and was burnt to ashes; Now, although the room grows chilly, I haven't the heart to poke poor Billy. — Harry Graham Copy Share Image
Virtue its own reward? Alas! And what a poor one as a rule! Be virtuous and life will pass Like one long term of Sunday School. — Harry Graham Copy Share Image
Weep not for little Leonie, abducted by a French Marquis. Though loss of honor was a wrench, just think how it's improved her French. — Harry Graham Copy Share Image
Billy, in one of his nice new sashes, Fell in the fire and was burnt to ashes; Now, although the room grows chilly, I… — Harry Graham Copy Share Image
Aunt Jane observed, the second time She tumbled off a bus, 'The step is short from the Sublime To the Ridiculous. — Harry Graham Copy Share Image
Virtue its own reward? Alas! And what a poor one as a rule! Be virtuous and life will pass Like one long term of… — Harry Graham Copy Share Image
O'er the rugged mountain's brow Clara threw the twins she nursed, And remarked,'I wonder now Which will reach the bottom first? — Harry Graham Copy Share Image
“It is Never Too Late to Mend." Since it can never be too late To change your life, or else renew it, Let the… — Harry Graham Copy Share Image
“Little Willie, full of glee, Put radium in grandma's tea. Now he thinks it quite a lark To see her shining in the dark.” — Harry Graham Copy Share Image
