A Nonsense Anthology by Unknown
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Oh! eligible Darkness, fender, sting,
Heav'n-born Insanity, courageous thing. Intending, bending, scouring, piercing all, Death like pomatum, tea, and crabs must fall. _Anonymous_. SHE'S ALL MY FANCY PAINTED HIM She's all my fancy painted him, (I make no idle boast); If he or you had lost a limb, Which would have suffered most? He said that you had been to her, And seen me here before: But, in another character She was the same of yore. There was not one that spoke to us, Of all that thronged the street; So he sadly got into a 'bus, And pattered with his feet. They told me you had been to her, And mentioned me to him; She gave me a good character, |
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