Saturday, 22 March 2014

4th December 2010

The dice were rolled
And your mother's number came up,
O Pussycat,
Which might explain her absence
These two days past.
But what's this?
Here she cometh,
Lively and looking well,
Suggesting that this bit of verse,
Begun some ten lines back,
Might have neither substance nor stamina
To hold its course
Or even one line more last, Jack.

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