three poems

The Frog


What a wonderful bird the frog are -
When he sit, he stand almost....
When he hop, he fly almost.
He ain't got no sense hardly.
He ain't got no tail hardly either.
When he sit, he sit on what he ain't got -
almost

ANON.

I Had a Boat

I had a boat, and the boat had wings;
And I did dream that we went a flying
Over the heads of queens and kings,
Over the souls of dead and dying,
Up among the stars and the great white rings,
And where the Moon on her back is lying.
MARY COLERIDGE

A Letter to Evelyn Baring

                Thrippsy pillivinx

Inky tinky pobbleboskle abblesquabs? -
Flosky! beebul trimble flosky! - Okul
scratchabibblebongibo, viddle squibble tog-a-tog,
ferrymoyassity amsky flamsky ramsky damsky
crocklefether squiggs.
                       Flinkywisty pomm,
                                       Slushypipp

EDWARD LEAR