Classic poem of the day
A T Blake's was cut the Pedant's hair,
To give the head a fashion'd air.
The turnpike despots made a song,
Of Rules that govern right and wrong;
The first obtruded all his trash,
Exchang'd for current silver cash;
Of course was laugh'd at by the second,
Who gave me worse —as duly reckon'd.
Lov'd Eton , at the Montem Hill ,
Brought scenes to mind— that paid the bill
At Maidenhead the virgin flower
In dreams resum'd ......
Member poem of the day
O little mouse, why dost thou cry
While merry stars laugh in the sky? - Sarojini Naidu
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