Poesie pour vous!
Pour moi? Pourquoi?
Pourquoi non!
A Poem, Entitled: Why Doth Mine Eye Sting?
One night,
'Round quarter 'till five,
My dreary eyes doth find:
A little bottle
With turpentine.
A little squeeze,
A little squirt
To mine left eye,
And to mine right.
One night,
'Round quarter 'till nine,
My dreary eyes doth find:
I could not see
For I was blind!