Rudyard Kipling's concubine.
Crone's whetstone nears Ursine line.
A rag, a bone, a hank of hair / A hag, a hone, a rank of bear
Crone's whetstone nears Ursine line.
A rag, a bone, a hank of hair / A hag, a hone, a rank of bear
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.
If granted but a single wish, I'd wish I were elite. Were I elite, I'd float a yacht; indeed, I'd float a fleet. Were I elite, ...
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