I caught a lass reading a sonnet
from a folio hid in her bonnet.
I asked her, “Is that
a book under your hat?”
Said she, “What else would I put on it?”
(Surreptitious Sonnet Day is apparently a thing. Sort of.)
I caught a lass reading a sonnet
from a folio hid in her bonnet.
I asked her, “Is that
a book under your hat?”
Said she, “What else would I put on it?”
(Surreptitious Sonnet Day is apparently a thing. Sort of.)