[19 Dec 2007|09:34pm] [ mood | gloomy ] So, to cheer me up and as an example of a nice recent event: I am holding my favorite poetry anthology, on loan from the high school library. My much-beloved younger sister checked it out for me. :) There was a specific poem in it I wanted to relocate, because I was stumbling when I tried to recite it. Turns out, I knew it better than I thought I did, but now it's ALL in order :p A CHRONICLE Once--but no matter when-- There lived--no matter where-- A man, whose name--but then I need not that declare. He--well, he had been born, And so he was alive; His age--I details scorn-- Was somethingty and five. He lived--how many years I truly can't decide; But this one fact appears He lived--until he died. "He died" I have averred, But cannot prove 't was so, But that he was interred, At any rate I know. I fancy he'd a son, I hear he had a wife: Perhaps he'd more than one, I know not, on my life! But whether he was rich, Or whether he was poor, Or neither--both--or which, I cannot say, I'm sure. I can't recall his name Or what he used to do: But then--well, such is fame! 'T will so serve me and you. And that is why I thus, About this unknown man Would fain create a fuss, To rescue, if I can. From dark oblivion's blow, Some record of his lot; But, ah! I do not know Who--where--when--why--or what. MORAL In this brief pedigree A moral we should find-- But what it ought to be Has quite escaped my mind! Anonymous. Wells, Carolyn. A Nonsense Anthology. Dover Publications: New York, 1958. 1 comment|post comment

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