DEAR READER--Every reader can commit one offense with impunity. I have called mine.

Why this turmoil, why this struggle

    Over on the other side?

Human lives, Fate seems to juggle;

    Each the other's neck would ride.

Oh! The devil sure is making

    Lots of hell here right on earth.

Many, many hearts are breaking,

    Teil us now, what war is worth.

 

Is it worth this awful slaughter,

    Ditches filled with murdered men?

Men whose blood is spilled like water

    Fot the cause beyond their kin.

Oh! We know the world will never -

    Sanction such a heinous crime,

But I wonder if it ever

    Will forgive me for this rhyme?

There was a young lady from Banchor,
Who slept while the ship lay at anchor,
   She awoke in dismay
   When she heard the mate say,
"Now lift up the anchor and spank her."