under the section of old classics,
I opened a page of Oscar Wilde,
and there slipt my thumb, outwardly,
it said with fear, "read first the basics."
"why?" asked I, "what horror hath seen thee?"
pale turned it's nail, and it spoke weakly -
"Lines, six hundred, and six less to sixty ."
"Ah" , said I "t'was the gaol reader's ballad ."
and thus ran we both, as scared as a mallard.
Jan 25
Jan 25, 2026 at 9:10 AM UTC
under the section of old classics,
I opened a page of Oscar Wilde,
and there slipt my thumb, outwardly,
it said with fear, "read first the basics."
"why?" asked I, "what horror hath seen thee?"
pale turned it's nail, and it spoke weakly -
"Lines, six hundred, and six less to sixty ."
"Ah" , said I "t'was the gaol reader's ballad ."
and thus ran we both, as scared as a mallard.
