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Bribed
I know that what I did was wrong;I should have sent you far away.You tempted me, and I'm not strong;I tried but couldn't answer nay.I should have..
©  Edgar Albert Guest
Expectation
Most folks, as I've noticed, in pleasure an' strife,Are always expecting too much out of life.They wail an' they fretJust because they don't getThe..
©  Edgar Albert Guest
Real Singing
You can talk about your music, and your operatic airs,And your phonographic record that Caruso's tenor bears;But there isn't any music that such..
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Roses
When God first viewed the rose He'd madeHe smiled, and thought it passing fair;Upon the bloom His hands He laid,And gently blessed each petal..
©  Edgar Albert Guest
Division
You cannot gather every rose,Nor every pleasure claim,Nor bask in every breeze that blows,Nor play in every game.No millionaire could ever ownThe..
©  Edgar Albert Guest
The Neighborly Man
Some are eager to be famous, some are strivingto be great,Some are toiling to be leaders of their nationor their state,And in every man's ambition..
©  Edgar Albert Guest
Guessing Time
It's guessing time at our house; every evening after teaWe start guessing what old Santa's going to leave us on our tree.Everyone of us holds secrets..
©  Edgar Albert Guest
Ma And Her Checkbook
Ma has a dandy little book that's full of narrowslips,An' when she wants to pay a bill a page fromit she rips;She just writes in the dollars and the..
©  Edgar Albert Guest
The States
There is no star within the flagThat's brighter than its brothers,And when of Michigan I brag,I'm boasting of the others.Just which is which no man..
©  Edgar Albert Guest
Under The Skin Of Men
Did you ever sit down and talk with menIn a serious sort of a way,On their views of life and ponder thenOn all that they have to say?If not, you..
©  Edgar Albert Guest
The Real Bait
To gentle ways I am inclined;I have no wish to kill.To creatures dumb I would be kind;I like them all, but stillRight now I think I'd like to..
©  Edgar Albert Guest
Pa Did It!
The train of cars that Santa brought is out of kilter now;While pa was showing how they went he broke the spring somehow.They used to run around a..
©  Edgar Albert Guest
The First Steps
Last night I held my arms to youAnd you held yours to mineAnd started out to march to meAs any soldier fine.You lifted up your little feetAnd..
©  Edgar Albert Guest
Promotion
Promotion comes to him who sticksUnto his work and never kicks,Who watches neither clock nor sunTo tell him when his task is done;Who toils not by a..
©  Edgar Albert Guest
The Bumps And Bruises Doctor
I'm the bumps and bruises doctor;I'm the expert that they seekWhen their rough and tumble playingLeaves a scar on leg or cheek.I'm the rapid, certain..
©  Edgar Albert Guest
The Fishing Cure
There's nothing that builds up a toil-weary soulLike a day on a stream,Back on the banks of the old fishing holeWhere a fellow can dream.There's..
©  Edgar Albert Guest
The June Couple
She is fair to see and sweet,Dainty from her head to feet,Modest, as her blushing shows,Happy, as her smiles disclose,And the young man at her..
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The Sulkers
The world's too busy now to pauseTo listen to a whiner's cause;It has no time to stop and petThe sulker in a peevish fret,Who wails he'll neither..
©  Edgar Albert Guest
Story Telling
Most every night when they're in bed,And both their little prayers have said,They shout for me to come upstairsAnd tell them tales of gypsies..
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The Dull Road
It's the dull road that leads to the gay road;The practice that leads to success;The work road that leads to the play road;It is trouble that breeds..
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The Living Beauties
I never knew, until they went,How much their laughter really meantI never knew how much the placeDepended on each little face;How barren home could..
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At Sugar Camp
At Sugar Camp the cook is kindAnd laughs the laugh we knew as boys;And there we slip away and findAwaiting us the old-time joys.The catbird calls the..
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The Man Who Couldn'T Save
He spent what he made, or he gave it away,Tried to save money, and would for a day,Started a bank-account time an' again,Got a hundred or so for a..
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The Epicure
I've sipped a rich man's sparkling wine,His silverware I've handled.I've placed these battered legs of mine'Neath tables gayly candled.I dine on rare..
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It Isn'T Costly
Does the grouch get richer quicker than the friendly sort of man?Can the grumbler labor better than the cheerful fellow can?Is the mean and churlish..
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