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There once was a boy from Clinch Who cried and
begged for a finch. His mother said, "No!
Because I said so."
And then gave him quite a hard pinch.
by Samuel Long & Dr. Walker
Acrostic Poem
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"The Toaster"
ACROSTIC |
To See
the Earth as It Truly Is
To see the earth as it
truly is—
small and blue and beautiful in that
eternal silence where it floats, is to see
ourselves as riders on the earth together. Archibald MacLeish
(1892-1982).
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The Pig
It was an evening in November,
As I very well remember,
I was strolling down the street in drunken pride,
But my knees were all a-flutter,
And I landed in the gutter
And a pig came up and lay down by my side.
Yes, I lay there in the gutter
Thinking thoughts I could not utter,
When a colleen passing by did softly say
'You can tell a man who boozes
By the company he chooses' —
And the pig got up and slowly walked away.
by Ogden Nash
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"The Germ"
A mighty creature is the germ,
Though smaller than the pachyderm.
His customary dwelling place
Is deep within the human race.
His childish pride he often pleases
By giving people strange diseases.
Do you, my poppet, feel infirm?
You probably contain a germ.
by Ogden Nash
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I Meant to Do
My Work Today
I meant to do my work today—
But a brown bird sang in the apple-tree,
And a butterfly flitted across a field,
And all the leaves were calling me.
And the wind
went sighing over the land,
Tossing the grasses to and fro,
And a rainbow held out its shining hand—
So what could I do but laugh and go?
by-Richard LeGallienne
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The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a
yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And being one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as far that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I
I took the one less traveled by.
And it has made all the difference.
(Robert Frost)
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