The Foolish Apradore
A nonsense poem to settle myself into this accountThe trees hated to think of wicked little babiesAs they wonder along the lonely harborsbut if they had some ice cold meats, then maybethey would rather ponder barbers."Listen to their mumbles, crawling through the air!"The tiny shrub did shout in pride,"Why we must riot and shave off their hair.and don't forget their ugly hide."The lover in the sea was sleeping in a trancewhen by chance did he hear such a plan.and danced...