A Litttle Purse Of Yammers And Yawps.... Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

she was very fond of him
but would not consent to be his beard...............
though, on alternate Wednesdays,
she did pose as half of his mustache..
....the left half, so the story goes..............


Marion et the frosting...
under dogged the cake...
she liked it sweet...from cane or beet....
her thirst.... it knew no slake.....


I must confess, my dear,
I've eaten all the spaetzle....
I've left you plums....and marshmallows....
see.....
there's fire on the grate, still....