Sung To the Tune of Anything At All

BY PAUL FORD

The sailor danced the whole insinuated night, went along home, hers, to his dismay. Her apparatus like his own, though greater, he beat to death this epicine coquette. Papers made a lot of it, asking who is safe, but at the trial he swung the hirsute jury by detail. A college town thus used to universals, it rankled to a man, both black and blond: First to be deceived, and then outdone.

The sailor danced the whole insinuated night, went along home, hers, to his dismay.

Her apparatus like his own, though greater, he beat to death this epicine coquette.

Papers made a lot of it, asking who is safe, but at the trial he swung the hirsute jury by detail.

A college town thus used to universals, it rankled to a man, both black and blond:

First to be deceived, and then outdone.