The Gay Rebellion
She looked at him almost insolently. . . . 'Presently,' she said.
Though J. H. jeer
And Smith incline to frown,
I do not fear
To write these verses down
And publish them in town.
The solemn world knows well that I'm no poet;
She looked at him almost insolently. . . . 'Presently,' she said.
Though J. H. jeer
And Smith incline to frown,
I do not fear
To write these verses down
And publish them in town.
The solemn world knows well that I'm no poet;