I counted till they danced so
Their slippers leaped the town,
And then I took a pencil
To note the rebels down.
And then they grew so jolly
I did resign the prig,
And ten of my once stately toes
Are marshalled for a jig!
L'an 1899 — 11 — Manon et ses walkyries
Il y a 3 jours
2 commentaires:
Tu sais quoi ? c'est son anni, à Emily, aujourd'hui (et je fais des rimes, en plus, fortiche eh !)
Oui?
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