Tobogganing on Parnassus by Franklin P. Adams
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A wild Bacchantic rigadoon
On rollers; nor does it abate Till dark; and then his babies cry What time I fain would versify. Did I but set myself to sing A children's song, I'd stand revealed A bard that did the infant thing As well as Riley or 'Gene Field. I could write famous Children Stuff, If they'd keep quiet long enough. Monotonous Variety (All of them from two stories in a single magazine.) She "greeted" and he "volunteered"; She "giggled"; he "asserted"; She "queried" and he "lightly veered"; She "drawled" and he "averted"; She "scoffed," she "laughed" and he "averred"; He "mumbled," "parried," and "demurred." She "languidly responded"; he "Incautiously assented"; Doretta "proffered lazily"; Will "speedily invented"; She "parried," "whispered," "bade," and "mused"; |
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