Classic poem of the day
Renowned Spencer lye a thought more nye
To learned Chaucer, and rare Beaumont lye
A little neerer Spenser, to make roome
For Shakespeare in your threefold, fowerfold Tombe.
To lodge all foure in one bed make a shift
Until Doomesdaye, for hardly will a fift
Betwixt this day and that by Fate be slayne,
For whom your Curtaines may be drawn againe.
If your precedency in death doth barre
A fourth place in your sacred sepulcher,
Under this......
Member poem of the day
which as a little girl, you might remember
mother of ours delivered the most fun on Earth
slight hyperbole, but she reveled in the role
(she seemed perfectly cut out for),
especially with a slender girth
adding a dimension of heat to the hearth
when intimation of colder weather arrived
bundling us kids able, eager,
willing and ready for mirth
jimmying heads, shoulders,
knees and toes with clothes
clad from Woolworth
from gen...
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