A
loaf of bread, a jug of wine and thou:
on
sofa bed we snuggle, kleine frau.
Shall
purse of silk we make from ear of sow...?
Come, fill the cup, and in the fire of spring...
(Don't
spill! Heads up, you pinhead: wire and string
won't
help! First, set aside your teething ring!)
PlaysWellWithLetters is a blogorrheal notebook of Nonsense in rhyming metres accompanying often-inconsequential sequencial graphics all issuing from the hands and/or minds of Sgt. N. ("Jim") Smithe-Magee, amateur author/illustrator whose several books are available online from Politics & Prose Bookstore under the nom de charade Ulysses Poe.
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