By Anne Stevenson
Late October. It is afternoon.
My daughter and I walk through the leaf-strewn
Corridors of the park
…
My daughter and I walk through the leaf-strewn
Corridors of the park
…
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- By AnonymousThere was a young lady of Lynn,
Who was so uncommonly thin
That when she essayed
To drink lemonade
She… - By AnonymousA bridge engineer, Mr. Crumpett,
Built a bridge for the good River Bumpett.
A mistake in the plan
Left… - By Edward Lear
There was an old man of Thermopylæ,
Who never did anything properly;
But they said, "If you choose, To… - By Edward Lear
There was an old man on the Border,
Who lived in the utmost disorder;
He danced with the cat, and made… - By Edward Lear
There was an old person of Nice,
Whose associates were usually Geese.
They walked out together, in all… - By Constance LevyHow awkward when playing with glue
To suddenly find out that you
Have stuck nice and tight
Your left… - By Edward LearThere was an Old Man with a beard,
Who said, "It is just as I feared!—
Two Owls and a Hen, four Larks…