Bert Leston Taylor
Bert Leston Taylor Poems
|2.||Gentle Doctor Brown||9/18/2010|
|3.||Hence These Years||9/18/2010|
|5.||Spring In The Shops||9/18/2010|
|7.||Ballade Of A Moss-Grown Symbol||9/18/2010|
|9.||The Rime Of The Betsy Jane||9/18/2010|
|10.||Those Flapjacks Of Brown's||9/18/2010|
|11.||To The Proof Room||9/18/2010|
|12.||On The Eve||9/18/2010|
|14.||Upon Julia's Arctics||9/18/2010|
|17.||The Lazy Writer||9/18/2010|
|18.||The Road To Anywhere||9/18/2010|
|20.||The Riddle Of The Dinosaur||9/18/2010|
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The Riddle Of The Dinosaur
Behold the mighty dinosaur,
Famous in prehistoric lore,
Not only for his weight and length,
But for his intellectual strength.
You will observe by these remains
The creature had two sets of brains,
The one in his head, the usual place,
The other at his spinal base.
Thus he could reason a priori
As well as a posteriori.
No problem bothered him a bit,
He made both head and tail of it.
So wise he was
So wise and solemn
Each thought filled just a spinal column.
If one brain found the pressure strong,
It passed a few ideas along.
It something ...
Gentle Doctor Brown
It was a gentle sawbones and his name was Doctor Brown.
His auto was the terror of a small suburban town.
His practice, quite amazing for so trivial a place,
Consisted of the victims of his homicidal pace.
So constant was his practice and so high his motor's gear
That at knocking down pedestrians he never had a peer;
But it must, in simple justice, be as truly written down
That no man could be more thoughtful than gentle Doctor Brown.
Whatever was the errand on which Doctor Brown was b