Category: Poetry
_This little volume was written for no reason on earth and with no earthly reason. It just simply happened, on the principle, I suppose that "murder will out." Murder is a bad thing and so are nonsense rhymes. There is often a valid excuse for murder; there is none for nonsens...
_This little volume was written for no reason on earth and with no earthly reason. It just simply happened, on the principle, I suppose that "murder will out." Murder is a bad t...
2. Chapter 2That light, that white, that weird, uncanny substance we call snow Is slowly sifting through the bare branches--and ever and anon My thoughts sift with the drifting snow, and I...
3. Chapter 3Far back within an age remote, Which common history fails to note, When dogs could talk, and pigs could sing, And frogs obeyed a wooden king, There lived a tribe of rats so mean...