Well, you won't get me with your Belladonna - in the coffee, And you won't get me with your aresenic - in the pot of tea, And you won't get me in a hole to rot - with your hemlock On the rocks.

At night They're seen Laughing, Loving. They know The way To be Happy.

Maybe you're lonely, And only want a little company, But keep your recipes For the rats to eat, And may they rest in peace with coffee homeground.

Kashka from Baghdad Lives in sin, they say, With another man, But no one knows who.

Such a weapon goes far beyond any military objective and enters the range of very great natural catastrophes. By its very nature it cannot be confined to a mil…

Many a dangerous temptation comes to us in fine gay colours that are but skin-deep.

Many of us saw religion as harmless nonsense. Beliefs might lack all supporting evidence but, we thought, if people needed a crutch for consolation, where's th…