Clerihew – Brahms (Edmund Clerihew Bentley Poems)
It only irritated BrahmsTo tickle him under the arms.What really helped him to composeWas to be stroked on the nose.(Edmund ...
It only irritated BrahmsTo tickle him under the arms.What really helped him to composeWas to be stroked on the nose.(Edmund ...
Ponder my words, if so that any be Known guilty here of incivility; Let what is graceless, discomposed, and rude, ...
She marched into the kitchen all purposeful and proud stepstool from the bathroom in her four-year old arms "I'm going ...
Albert were what you'd call "thwarted". He had long had an ambition, which... Were to save up and go to ...
Its mother being tethered near it Poor little Foal of an oppress?d race! I love the languid patience of thy ...
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
RecitativoWHEN lyart leaves bestrow the yird, Or wavering like the bauckie-bird, Bedim cauld Boreas' blast; When hailstanes drive wi' bitter ...
"Oh, look at that great ugly spider!" said Ann; And screaming, she brush'd it away with her fan; "'Tis a ...
It seemed as if the enormous journey was finally approaching its conclusion. From the window of the train the last ...
It seemed as if the enormous journey was finally approaching its conclusion. From the window of the train the last ...
One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound ...
If I were tickled by the rub of love, A rooking girl who stole me for her side, Broke through ...
Humping it here in the dug-out, Sucking me black dudeen, I'd like to say in a general way, There's nothing ...
When I bethink me on that speech whilere, Of Mutability, and well it weigh: Me seems,that though she all unworthy ...
I Once, when a boy, I killed a cat. I guess it's just because of that A cat evokes my ...
Go, Soul, the body's guest, Upon a thankless errand; Fear not to touch the best; The truth shall be thy ...
The Triumph of Wit Over Suffering Head alone shows you in the prodigious act Of digesting what centuries alone digest: ...
The hands of the clock were reaching high In an old midtown hotel; I name no name, but its sordid ...
Make my grave shape of heart so like a flower be free aired & handsome felt, Grave root pillow, tung ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
Wheeling them in, the yard gate at half-mast with its ticking hinge, the tin bucket with a hairnet of webs, ...
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