There was an Old Man of Melrose,
Who walked on the tips of his toes;
But they said, 'It ain't pleasant,
To see you at present,
You stupid Old Man of Melrose.
by Camille GuthrieA stretched frieze
poured hill to hill
to a milked horizon
The fetish rubs close
is graspable, laps
at the taffy-pulling rack
She acquiesces to divine rights
This poultice will heave
many ...