St Ives (Roald Dahl Poem)
As I was going to St Ives I met a man with seven wives Said he, 'I think it's much ...
As I was going to St Ives I met a man with seven wives Said he, 'I think it's much ...
She lay as if at play Her life had leaped away -- Intending to return -- But not so soon ...
September's Baccalaureate A combination is Of Crickets -- Crows -- and Retrospects And a dissembling Breeze That hints without assuming ...
I know that He exists. Somewhere -- in Silence -- He has hid his rare life From our gross eyes. ...
Another fork away ahead Exactly like the one behind And twists and turns to leave you dead As choices in ...
The hunt begins at a languid pace belying hysteria building in place, biding its time to menace the peace in ...
For a small child crossing the pen alone was a courageous feat, occasionally, with a maniacal bleat, the wether would ...
I said goodbye and went to bed to die; I never knew that they had lied - was quite surprised ...
It's Wednesday, September 6th and a birthday, again, these things arrive tediously on time with wry regularity - and sadly, ...
If I had been a Heathen, I'd have praised the purple vine, My slaves should dig the vineyards, And I ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
Now as Heaven is my Lot, they're the Pests of the Nation! Wherever they can come With clankum and blankum ...
"DON'T they consult the 'Victims,' though?" I said. "They should, by rights, Give them a chance - because, you know, ...
"OH, when I was a little Ghost, A merry time had we! Each seated on his favourite post, We chumped ...
ONE winter night, at half-past nine, Cold, tired, and cross, and muddy, I had come home, too late to dine, ...
I There was an ancient City, stricken down With a strange frenzy, and for many a day They paced from ...
The First Voice HE trilled a carol fresh and free, He laughed aloud for very glee: There came a breeze ...
Little Birds are dining Warily and well, Hid in mossy cell: Hid, I say, by waiters Gorgeous in their gaiters ...
Five little girls, of Five, Four, Three, Two, One: Rolling on the hearthrug, full of tricks and fun. Five rosy ...
Tweedledee said to Alice, "You like poetry-" "Ye-es, pretty well-some poetry," Alice said doubtfully. "What shall I repeat to her," ...
O! Und dann wieder dies Bei-sich-selbst-Sein! Diese Stummheiten! Dies Getriebenwerden! .................................................................................. O! And then to be with -our -very -selves! ...
I walked into the night-club in the morning; There was kummel on the handle of the door. The ashtrays were ...
Last Easter Jim put on his blue Frock cwoat, the vu'st time-vier new; Wi' yollow buttons all o' brass, That ...
Sence fair Jessica hez left us Seems ez ef she hed bereft us, When she went, o' half o' livin'; ...
Ophelia puked hourly dawn till dusk, retching mucous slobber, then spewing air. Scum that I am, I never stopped thinking ...
Last Easter Jim put on his blue Frock cwoat, the vu'st time-vier new; Wi' yollow buttons all o' brass, That ...
The Roof it has a Lazy Time A-Lying in the Sun; The Walls, they have to Hold Him Up; They ...
"But, sir," I said, "they tell me the man is like to die!" The Canon shook his head indulgently. "Young ...
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
Who Slammed Doors For Fun And Perished Miserably A trick that everyone abhors In little girls is slamming doors. A ...
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