If all poems were limericks:
“The Man He Killed” by Thomas Hardy
Had he and I met by an inn,
we might have drunk whiskey and gin.
I shot him instead
and now that he’s dead
I wonder what else might have been.
If all poems were limericks:
“The Man He Killed” by Thomas Hardy
Had he and I met by an inn,
we might have drunk whiskey and gin.
I shot him instead
and now that he’s dead
I wonder what else might have been.
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Richard Brautigan would have been 85 today.
Happy 188th birthday to Lewis Carroll!
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Sam froze while prospecting for gold.
I cremated him, as I’d been told,
In a boat by the shore.
When I opened the door,
He said, “What are you doing? It’s cold!”
Happy 146th birthday to Robert Service.
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Porphyria loved me, and yet
A moment was all I could get,
So I strangled her there
With her own yellow hair–
I do hope she isn’t upset!
We’re not making this up.
Illustration above headline by Robert Hooke.