Sunday, April 12, 2009

Ruthless Rhymes for Easter

Little Willie

Little Willie, feeling mean
Pushed his sister through a screen
Mother stopped his innovations
Said it made for strained relations.

Willie and three other brats
Ate up all the Rough-On-Rats;
Papa said, when Mama cried,
"Don't worry, dear, they'll die outside."


Late last night I slew my wife,
Stretched her on the parquet flooring;

I was loath to take her life,

But I had to stop her snoring.

Calculating Clara

O'er the rugged mountain's brow

Clara threw the twins she nursed,

And remarked, "I wonder now

Which will reach the bottom first?"

"Ruthless Rhymes for Heartless Homes"
"Col. D. Streamer" (pseudonym of Harry Graham)

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