nobody loses all the time <br /> <br />i had an uncle named <br />Sol who was a born failure and <br />nearly everybody said he should have gone <br />into vaudeville perhaps because my Uncle Sol could <br />sing McCann He Was A Diver on Xmas Eve like Hell Itself which <br />may or may not account for the fact that my Uncle <br /> <br />Sol indulged in that possibly most inexcusable <br />of all to use a highfalootin phrase <br />luxuries that is or to <br />wit farming and be <br />it needlessly <br />added <br /> <br />my Uncle Sol's farm <br />failed because the chickens <br />ate the vegetables so <br />my Uncle Sol had a <br />chicken farm till the <br />skunks ate the chickens when <br /> <br />my Uncle Sol <br />had a skunk farm but <br />the skunks caught cold and <br />died so <br />my Uncle Sol imitated the <br />skunks in a subtle manner <br /> <br />or by drowning himself in the watertank <br />but somebody who'd given my Unde Sol a Victor <br />Victrola and records while he lived presented to <br />him upon the auspicious occasion of his decease a <br />scrumptious not to mention splendiferous funeral with <br />tall boys in black gloves and flowers and everything and <br /> <br />i remember we all cried like the Missouri <br />when my Uncle Sol's coffin lurched because <br />somebody pressed a button <br />(and down went <br />my Uncle <br />Sol <br /> <br />and started a worm farm)<br /><br />e.e. cummings<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nobody-loses-all-the-time-x-2/
