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do your ears hang low do they wobble to and fro can you tie ’em in a knot can you tie ’em in a bow can you throw ’em o’er your shoulder like a continental soldier do your ears hang low do your ears stand high do they reach up to the sky do they droop when they are wet do they stiffen when they’re dry can you wave them at your neighbor with an element of flavor do your ears stand high do your ears flipflop can you use them as a mop are they stringy at the bottom are they curly at the top can you use them for a swatter can you use them for a blotter do your ears flipflop do your ears stick out can you waggle them about can you flap them up and down as you fly around the town can you shut them up for sure when you hear an awful bore do your ears stick out do your ears give snacks are they all filled up with wax do you eat it in the morning do you eat it in the bath do you eat it with a scone or do you eat it on its own do your ears give snacks do your ears fall off do they dangle when you cough can you juggle them for fun and put them back when you are done can you do some origami can you chew them like salami do your ears fall off | 0 |
so now i have confessed that he is thine and i my self am mortgaged to thy will myself ill forfeit so that other mine thou wilt restore to be my comfort still but thou wilt not nor he will not be free for thou art covetous and he is kind he learned but suretylike to write for me under that bond that him as fast doth bind the statute of thy beauty thou wilt take thou usurer that putst forth all to use and sue a friend came debtor for my sake so him i lose through my unkind abuse him have i lost thou hast both him and me he pays the whole and yet am i not free | 0 |
when i go up through the mowing field the headless aftermath smoothlaid like thatch with the heavy dew half closes the garden path and when i come to the garden ground the whir of sober birds up from the tangle of withered weeds is sadder than any words a tree beside the wall stands bare but a leaf that lingered brown disturbed i doubt not by my thought comes softly rattling down i end not far from my going forth by picking the faded blue of the last remaining aster flower to carry again to you | 0 |
god created woman beautiful and charming did not give her the power to be envied made her an object of desire and love an eternal pursuit made her a being full of mysteries but life was unfair to her and created man to govern her and control her steps woman is the one who only wants to have a friendly shoulder to cry on someone who talks to her about life and things and helps her live woman is the one who only wants to love and be loved until death | 1 |
ladybird ladybird fly away home your house is on fire your children will burn | 0 |
head shoulders knees and toes knees and toes head shoulders knees and toes knees and toes and eyes and ears and mouth and nose head shoulders knees and toes knees and toes | 0 |
says a give me a good large slice says b a little bit but nice says c cut me a piece of crust take it says d it’s dry as dust says e i’ll eat it fast i will says f i vow i’ll have my fill says g give it me good and great says h a little bit i hate says i it’s ice i must request says j the juice i love the best says k let’s keep it up above says l the border’s what i love says m it makes your teeth to chatter n said it’s nice there’s nought the matter o others’ plates with grief surveyed p for a large piece begged and prayed q quarrelled for the topmost slice r rubbed his hands and said “it’s nice” s silent sat and simply looked t thought and said it’s nicely cooked u understood the fruit was cherry v vanished when they all got merry w wished there’d been a quince in x here explained he’d need convincing y said i’ll eat and yield to none z like a zany said he’d done while ampersand purloined the dish and for another pie did wish a was an apple pie b bit it c cut it d dealt it e eat it f fought for it g got it h had it j joined it k kept it l longed for it m mourned for it n nodded at it o opened it p peeped in it q quartered it r ran for it s stole it t took it v viewed it w wanted it x y z and ampersand all wished for a piece in hand | 0 |
i wonder about the trees why do we wish to bear forever the noise of these more than another noise so close to our dwelling place we suffer them by the day till we lose all measure of pace and fixity in our joys and acquire a listening air they are that that talks of going but never gets away and that talks no less for knowing as it grows wiser and older that now it means to stay my feet tug at the floor and my head sways to my shoulder sometimes when i watch trees sway from the window or the door i shall set forth for somewhere i shall make the reckless choice some day when they are in voice and tossing so as to scare the white clouds over them on i shall have less to say but i shall be gone | 0 |
how can i then return in happy plight that am debarred the benefit of rest when days oppression is not easd by night but day by night and night by day oppressed and each though enemies to eithers reign do in consent shake hands to torture me the one by toil the other to complain how far i toil still farther off from thee i tell the day to please him thou art bright and dost him grace when clouds do blot the heaven so flatter i the swartcomplexiond night when sparkling stars twire not thou gildst the even but day doth daily draw my sorrows longer and night doth nightly make griefs length seem stronger | 0 |
let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediments love is not love which alters when it alteration finds or bends with the remover to remove o no it is an everfixed mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken it is the star to every wandering bark whose worths unknown although his height be taken loves not times fool though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickles compass come love alters not with his brief hours and weeks but bears it out even to the edge of doom if this be error and upon me proved i never writ nor no man ever loved | 0 |
hickety pickety my black hen she lays eggs for gentlemen gentlemen come every day to see what my black hen doth lay | 1 |
jack sprat could eat no fat his wife could eat no lean and so between them both you see they licked the platter clean jack ate all the lean joan ate all the fat the bone they picked it clean then gave it to the cat | 1 |
like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore so do our minutes hasten to their end each changing place with that which goes before in sequent toil all forwards do contend nativity once in the main of light crawls to maturity wherewith being crownd crooked eclipses gainst his glory fight and time that gave doth now his gift confound time doth transfix the flourish set on youth and delves the parallels in beautys brow feeds on the rarities of natures truth and nothing stands but for his scythe to mow and yet to times in hope my verse shall stand praising thy worth despite his cruel hand | 0 |
diddle diddle dumpling my son john went to bed with his breeches on one stocking off and one stocking on diddle diddle dumpling my son john | 0 |
daffydowndilly is now come to town with a petticoat green and a bright yellow gown | 0 |
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