I've a head like a concertina, I've a tongue like a buttonstick, I've a mouth like an old potato, and I'm more than a little sick, But I've had my fun o' the Corp'ral's Guard; I've made the cinders fly, And I'm here in the Clink for a thundering drin

I've a head like a concertina, I've a tongue like a button-stick, / I've a mouth like an old potato, and I'm more than a little sick.

[Fifty-nine year old Richard Smith, of Sylvania Township, doesn't need a state poet laureate - or someone like Maya Angelou reading a poem at Bill Clinton's 1993 presidential inauguration - to appreciate poetry. He instantly knew his favorite poem:] If ... If you can keep your head when all about you / Are losing theirs and blaming it on you.

Asia is not going to be civilized after the methods of the West. There is too much Asia and she is too old.

Watch your mouth: The language we use creates the reality we experience.

I prefer a kiss that is so much more than just a tongue in your mouth.