For she has made me the laily worm That lies at the fit o' the tree,... An' my sister Masery she's made The machrel of the sea.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Like vinegar on a wound is one who sings songs to a heavy heart. Like a moth in clothing or a worm in wood, sorrow gnaws at the hu...man heart.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
There was a young man of Madras Who had a magnificent ass:... Not rounded and pink, As you probably think-- It was grey, had long ears, and ate grass.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
There is the rich quarter, with its houses of pink and white, and its crumbling, leafy terraces.... There is the poorer quarter, its homes a deep blue. There is the market, where men are selling hats and swatting fliesLESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »