|Stop, you're killing me!|
While reading about Welk on the Web, I came across This great site:
Today’s Deathless Verse:
Sunday nights, at the very first strain
Of that champagne music, sham pain
I’d show to my parents; I’d feign
Dire agony, as if being slain.
“You can go to your room,” they’d both sigh.
“We wouldn’t want you to die.”
To each other, they’d rue, what a waste—
The youth of today has no taste.
If you're a masochist: