O dear! that artful boy
Refuses me a word!
But, Sir, I shall enjoy
My food, though you're absurd!
O dear! that artful boy
My table will not share!
But, Sir, I shall enjoy
My rest, though you're not there!
by E. E. Cummings
nobody loved this
he)with its
of eye stuck
into a rock of
forehead.No
body
loved
big that quick
sharp
thick snake of a
voice these
root
like legs
or
feethands;
nobody
ever could ever