Guy Wetmore Carryl Poems

A poet had a cat.
There is nothing odd in that—
(I might make a little pun about the Mews!)
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A raven sat upon a tree,
And not a word he spoke, for
His beak contained a piece of Brie.
Or, maybe it was Roquefort.
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Most worthy of praise
Were the virtuous ways
Of Little Red Riding Hood's Ma,
And no one was ever
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Without the slightest basis
For hypochondriasis
A widow had forebodings
which a cloud around her flung,
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Matilda Maud Mackenzie frankly hadn't any chin,
Her hands were rough, her feet she turned invariably in;
Her general form was German,
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Once on a time, long years ago
(Just when I quite forget),
Two maidens lived beside the Po,
One blonde and one brunette.
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LITTLE Miss Muffet discovered a tuffet,
(Which never occurred to the rest of us)
And, as 'twas a June day, and just about noonday,
She wanted to eat- like the rest of us:
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Once, on a time and in a place
Conducive to malaria,
There lived a member of the race
Of
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Since the great, glad greeting of dawn from the eastern hills
Triumphant ran with a shout to the woods below,
With the song in his ears of the clearly clamoring rills
He has lain, like a man of snow,
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A maiden from the Bosphorus,
With eyes as bright as phosphorus,
Once wed the wealthy bailiff
Of the caliph
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