Dorothy Parker, 'War Song'

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War Song
 
Soldier, in a curious land
      All across a swaying sea,
    Take her smile and lift her hand —
      Have no guilt of me.

    Solider, when were soldiers true?
      If she's kind and sweet and gay,
    Use the wish I send to you —
      Lie not lone til day!

    Only, for the nights that were,
      Soldier, and the dawns that came,
    When in my sleep you turn to her
      Call her by my name.

by Dorothy Parker

'Us' by Shel Silverstein

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'Us'


Me and him
Him and me,
We're always together
As you can see.
I wish he'd leave
So I'd be free
I'm getting a little bit
Tired of he,
And he may be a bit
Bored with me.
On movies and ladies
We cannot agree.
I like to dance
He loves to ski.
He likes the mountains
I love the sea.
I like hot chocolate
He wants his tea.
I want to sleep
He has to pee.
He's meaner and duller
And fatter than me.
But I guess there's worse things
We could be-
Instead of two we could be three,
Me and him
Him and me.

~by Shel Silverstein