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  • 1.
    The Cremation Of Sam McGee

    There are strange things done in the midnight sun
    By the men who moil for gold;
    The Arctic trails have their secret tales
    That would make your blood run cold;
    The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
    But the queerest they ever did see
    Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
    I cremated Sam McGee.

    Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee, where the cotton blooms and blows.
    Why he left his home in the South to roam 'round the Pole, God only knows.
    He was always cold, but the land of gold seemed to hold him like a spell;
    Though he'd often say in his homely way that he'd "sooner live in hell".

    On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way over the Dawson trail.
    Talk of your cold! through the parka's fold it stabbed like a driven nail.
    If our eyes we'd close, then the lashes froze till sometimes we couldn't see;
    It wasn't much fun, but the only one to whimper was Sam McGee.

    And that very night, as we lay packed tight in our robes beneath the snow,
    And the dogs were fed, and the stars o'erhead were dancing heel and toe,
    He turned to me, and "Cap," says he, "I'll cash in this trip, I guess;
    And if I do, I'm asking that you won't refuse my last request."

    Well, he seemed so low that I couldn't say no; then he says with a sort of moan:
    "It's the cursed cold, and it's got right hold till I'm chilled clean through to the bone.
    Yet 'tain't being dead -- it's my awful dread of the icy grave that pains;
    So I want you to swear that, foul or fair, you'll cremate my last remains."

    A pal's last need is a thing to heed, so I swore I would not fail;
    And we started on at the streak of dawn; but God! he looked ghastly pale.
    He crouched on the sleigh, and he raved all day of his home in Tennessee;
    And before nightfall a corpse was all that was left of Sam McGee.

    There wasn't a breath in that land of death, and I hurried, horror-driven,
    With a corpse half hid that I couldn't get rid, because of a promise given;
    It was lashed to the sleigh, and it seemed to say:
    "You may tax your brawn and brains,
    But you promised true, and it's up to you to cremate those last remains."

    Now a promise made is a debt unpaid, and the trail has its own stern code.
    In the days to come, though my lips were dumb, in my heart how I cursed that load.
    In the long, long night, by the lone firelight, while the huskies, round in a ring,
    Howled out their woes to the homeless snows -- O God! how I loathed the thing.

    And every day that quiet clay seemed to heavy and heavier grow;
    And on I went, though the dogs were spent and the grub was getting low;
    The trail was bad, and I felt half mad, but I swore I would not give in;
    And I'd often sing to the hateful thing, and it hearkened with a grin.

    Till I came to the marge of Lake Lebarge, and a derelict there lay;
    It was jammed in the ice, but I saw in a trice it was called the "Alice May".
    And I looked at it, and I thought a bit, and I looked at my frozen chum;
    Then "Here," said I, with a sudden cry, "is my cre-ma-tor-eum."

    Some planks I tore from the cabin floor, and I lit the boiler fire;
    Some coal I found that was lying around, and I heaped the fuel higher;
    The flames just soared, and the furnace roared -- such a blaze you seldom see;
    And I burrowed a hole in the glowing coal, and I stuffed in Sam McGee.

    Then I made a hike, for I didn't like to hear him sizzle so;
    And the heavens scowled, and the huskies howled, and the wind began to blow.
    It was icy cold, but the hot sweat rolled down my cheeks, and I don't know why;
    And the greasy smoke in an inky cloak went streaking down the sky.

    I do not know how long in the snow I wrestled with grisly fear;
    But the stars came out and they danced about ere again I ventured near;
    I was sick with dread, but I bravely said: "I'll just take a peep inside.
    I guess he's cooked, and it's time I looked"; . . . then the door I opened wide.

    And there sat Sam, looking cool and calm, in the heart of the furnace roar;
    And he wore a smile you could see a mile, and he said: "Please close that door.
    It's fine in here, but I greatly fear you'll let in the cold and storm --
    Since I left Plumtree, down in Tennessee, it's the first time I've been warm."

    There are strange things done in the midnight sun
    By the men who moil for gold;
    The Arctic trails have their secret tales
    That would make your blood run cold;
    The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
    But the queerest they ever did see
    Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
    I cremated Sam McGee. read more »

  • 2.
    Egotist

    Megaceph, chosen to serve the State
    In the halls of legislative debate,
    One day with his credentials came read more »

  • 3.
    The Bachelor's Soliloquy

    To wed, or not to wed; that is the question;
    Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
    The bills and house rent of a wedded fortune,
    Or to say "nit" when she proposes, read more »

  • 4.
    Father William

    'You are old, father William,' the young man said,
    'And your hair has become very white; read more »

  • 5.
    To A Louse

    On Seeing One on a Lady's Bonnet at Church

    Ha! whare ye gaun' ye crowlin ferlie?
    Your impudence protects you sairly; read more »

  • 6.
    George

    Who played with a Dangerous Toy, and suffered a Catastrophe of considerable Dimensions

    When George's Grandmamma was told
    That George had been as good as gold, read more »

  • 7.
    A Ballade of an Anti-puritan

    They spoke of Progress spiring round,
    Of light and Mrs Humphrey Ward-
    It is not true to say I frowned,
    Or ran about the room and roared; read more »

  • 8.
    The Latest Decalogue

    Thou shalt have one God only; who
    Would be at the expense of two?
    No graven images may be
    Worshipp'd, except the currency: read more »

  • 9.
    Confirmation

    He was a poet who wrote clever verses,
    And folks said he had a fine poetical taste;
    But his father, a practical farmer, accused him
    Of letting the strength of his arm go to waste. read more »

  • 10.
    How Little Red Riding Hood Came To Be Eaten

    Most worthy of praise
    Were the virtuous ways
    Of Little Red Riding Hood's Ma,
    And no one was ever read more »

  • 11.
    An Epitaph

    Interr'd beneath this marble stone,
    Lie saunt'ring Jack and idle Joan.
    While rolling threescore years and one
    Did round this globe their courses run; read more »

  • 12.
    John Barleycorn: A Ballad

    There was three kings unto the east,
    Three kings both great and high,
    And they hae sworn a solemn oath read more »

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  12. A Song, Doreen Maphosa
  13. Humored Unexpectedly, Lawrence S. Pertillar
  14. Joyful Sensations, RoseAnn V. Shawiak
  15. It's Your Choice, Burt Poole
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  17. A Ring Of Honor, Stanley Oguh
  18. Giggles On Death, Ima Ryma
  19. Inner Tickling, RoseAnn V. Shawiak
  20. Humor, RoseAnn V. Shawiak
  21. Humor, Rose Lu ( Bing Hua )
  22. A Short Poem, Jim Yerman
  23. Right Man, Lilyann Monahan
  24. Humor Heals, Lento Maez
  25. That I know -almighty, gajanan mishra
  26. Tell the truth, gajanan mishra
  27. Ireland, Saiom Shriver
  28. True Wit (5w), Pradip Chattopadhyay
  29. Stay Strong Beautiful, Claudette Guzzetta
  30. The Potency Of Laughter, Dilantha Gunawardana
  31. Humor Is Good, Philo Yan
  32. Laughter, Dilantha Gunawardana
  33. Anatomy of Humor and physiology of laugh.., TD. Kumar
  34. HUMOR KILLS GOLIATH, Philo Yan
  35. The Plains of Lane, Nikolai Curtis
  36. Art of Humor, maria sudibyo
  37. Smile Will Ya, James Casey
  38. Emotional Food Chain, Champs Ulysses Cabinatan
  39. Baby, You Did It, Maya Hanson (mye3)
  40. Cents of Humor, Gregory Huyette
  41. HAIKU #086 (bathroom humor), Carolyn Brunelle
  42. Humoresque, Stanley Cooper
  43. Looking At Family Portraiture Origina.., Lee B. Mack
  44. LOOKIING AT FAMILY PORTRAITS Original .., Lee B. Mack
  45. Rembrandt laughing (based on the paintin.., Raj Arumugam
  46. Humor, rinki nandy
  47. the short story of the droll, RIC S. BASTASA
  48. Who Knows What I Did But Its Funny, Gengis Capote
  49. you are who you are?, tamia wells
  50. Love's Sweet Humor, Dark Guardian
  51. ODDITIES, Edwina Reizer
  52. Rumors and Lies, Kaleigh Greenfield
  53. Love is everlasting., Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.
  54. Entertaining Torture, Vanessa Kingsley
  55. These Hands, Eli MorenoDrew
  56. Severe Sense of Humor, asef fakih
  57. Confusion In Me, lovita lara
  58. God's Sense of Humor, Bill Grace
  59. Essence Of Sense Of Humor, Sumeet Mukherjee
  60. Why Worry About It, Francis Duggan
  61. Humor, Ted L Glines
  62. God's Sense of Humor, Remya Sasindran
  63. Please, O God of Humor, Raj Arumugam
  64. Tricks of the Trade, Is It Poetry
  65. the guy i love, sunshine onyii
  66. nba humor?, Harlan Simantel
  67. Aoife, Niamh Donnelly
  68. 4. Elements – Earth, Anand Dixit
  69. Bob Gibson, Francis Duggan
  70. The Golf Writer (To Kevin), Francis Duggan
  71. A Walmart Parking Lot, connie crane
  72. Mary O Dwyer, Francis Duggan
  73. FIRST KISS, Ray Lucero
  74. One of Us, Anna Pacheco
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