Classic poem of the day
The Londoners Gent to the King do present
In a Box the City Maggot;
'Tis a thing full of weight, that requires the Might
Of whole Guild-Hall Team to drag it.
Whilst their Church's unbuilt, and their Houses undwelt,
And their Orphans want Bread to feed 'em;
Themselves they've bereft of the little Wealth they had left,
To make an Offering of their Freedom.
O ye Addle brain'd Cits who henceforth in their Wits
Would intrust their Youth to your......
Member poem of the day
for anyone struggling with self-image
She has a comely form
and a smile that brightens her dorm ...
but she’s grossly unthin
when seen from within;
soon a griefstricken campus will mourn.
Yet she’d never once criticize
a friend for the size of her thighs.
Do unto others—
sisters and brothers?
Yes, but also ourselves, likewise.
Published by Poem-a-Day, Miss Gorilla and The HyperTexts
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