There was a child of poetry
Who was struck with no small calamity
The words ran away,
The poet they flayed,
Until came no small charity
The child met with a man
Who had a simple demand
the words go away,
if your passion you will pay,
And yes, I would say that the cart was put quite before the horse, I'm sure you would agree.
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 10:59 PM UTC
There was a child of poetry
Who was struck with no small calamity
The words ran away,
The poet they flayed,
Until came no small charity
The child met with a man
Who had a simple demand
the words go away,
if your passion you will pay,
And yes, I would say that the cart was put quite before the horse, I'm sure you would agree.
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