The being of being is Being;
The being of nothing is none.
And if you find this so much nonsense,
At least it will do you no harm.

Now nothing is nothing, for certain;
And something is something, for sure.
Since something cannot come from nothing,
It must be eternally there.

And though it is hard to imagine
Since time is our air and our sea,
No thing will ever be nothing,
Though we will not always be we.

Seven Foot Lunch

Three genteel ladies went lunching
At a sophisticated hotel.
Their elevator door opened;
They gasped, and their faces fell.

A seven-foot man was inside,
With an intimidating expression.
They got in anyway;
They were the very souls of discretion.

"Sit!" the man yelled, and they sat,
In their luncheon finery,
They went up; then the door slid aside;
The man left, abashedly.

His dog had been behind him;
At lunch they got a note.
The basketball star paid their bill;
"My apologies, and my treat," he wrote.

The Experiment

A curious lad from Dover
Crossed poison ivy with a four-leaf clover.
This young man was struck
With a rash of good luck,
Before his experiment was over.