A Slight Confusion (Menella Bute Smedley Poems)
"What's the use of fairies?" said the child,"What's the use of fairies at all?The weeds in my garden grow wild,And ...
"What's the use of fairies?" said the child,"What's the use of fairies at all?The weeds in my garden grow wild,And ...
_A Voice From the Interior of Old Hoop-Pole Township_Friend of my earliest youth, Can't you arrange to come downAnd visit a ...
i prefer smooth peanut butterto crunchymind youcrunchy is all rightbut i prefer smooth.i prefer strawberry jamto raspberrymind youraspberry is tastybut ...
Br-r-ram-m-m, rackety-am-m, OM, Am:All-r-r-room, r-r-ram, ala-bas-ter-Am, the world's my oyster.I hate plastic, wear it black and slick,hate hardhats, wear one ...
Hi and whoop-hooray, boys! Sing a song of cheer!Here's a holiday, boys, Lasting half a year!Round the world, and half is Shadow we ...
The cow is of the bovine ilk;One end is moo, the other, milk. (Ogden Nash)
Lord that is off myghtys most, Fadyr and Sone and Holy Gost,Bryng us out of synneAnd lene us grace so ...
I 'T is the middle of night on the Greenfield farm And the creatures are huddled to keep them from ...
Gelett Burgess' original poem…A Purple Cow I never saw a Purple Cow, I never hope to see one; But I ...
My papa held me up to the Moo Cow MooSo close I could almost touch,And I fed him a couple ...
As I rode in to Burrumbeet,I met a man with funny feet;And, when I paused to ask him whyHis feet ...
The sun is up, the sun is up,Sing merrily we, the sun is up. The birds they sing, Upon the ...
Penned beside the abatoir,Stridently they moo and bellowTo the night-bringing star.(Clark Ashton Smith)
He travels after a winter sun, Urging the cattle along a cold red road, Calling to them, a voice they ...
A blackbird lands A good beer-barrel A man sits in a cave knitting A theatre in Copenhagen Abask the sea-wall ...
There was once a woman whose father over the years had become an ox. She would hear him alone at ...
One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound ...
It was the steamer Alice May that sailed the Yukon foam. And touched in every river camp from Dawson down ...
A Poem for Three Voices Setting: A Maternity Ward and round about FIRST VOICE: I am slow as the world. ...
No. It can't be. No! You too, beloved? Why? What for? Darling, look - I came, I brought flowers, but, ...
I have heard about the civilized, the marriages run on talk, elegant and honest, rational. But you and I are ...
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