Tobogganing on Parnassus by Franklin P. Adams
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The Amateur Botanist
A Word for It The Poem Speaks Bedbooks A New York Child's Garden of Verses Downward, Come Downward Speaking of Hunting The Flat Hunter's Way Birds and Bards A Wish--An Apartmental Ditty The Monument of Q. H. F. Us Poets Wordsworth wrote some tawdry stuff; Much of Moore I have forgotten; Parts of Tennyson are guff; Bits of Byron, too, are rotten. All of Browning isn't great; There are slipshod lines in Shelley; Every one knows Homer's fate; Some of Keats is vermicelli. Sometimes Shakespeare hit the slide, Not to mention Pope or Milton; Some of Southey's stuff is snide. |
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