John Bannister Tabb

(1845-1909 / the United States)

An Inconvenience - Poem by John Bannister Tabb

To his cousin the Bat
Squeaked the envious Rat,
'How fine to be able to fly!'
Tittered she, 'Leather wings
Are convenient things;
But nothing to sit on have I.'


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 1, 2010



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