Billy Collins (22 March 1941 - / New York City)
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I Chop Some Parsley While Listening To Art Blakey's Version Of "Three Blind Mice"
And I start wondering how they came to be blind.
If it was congenital, they could be brothers and sister,
and I think of the poor mother
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Billy Collins
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Wonderful Billy Collins
Maybe its not three blind mice
perhaps its mouse mouse mouse
And what about Sage Rosemary and Thyme
This is the cleverest thing I have ever read
Ian
Oh my goodness. Billy Collins CAN make a silk purse out of a sow's ears! (and chop parsley at the same time.) Wonderful!
love it, it's hysterical!