LIMERICKS
TEXT AND PICTURES BY OLIVER HERFORD
THE ETERNAL FEMININE
SAID the spider, in tones of distress:
“As a spinster I’m not a success.
Though I toil and I spin
And I work myself thin,
I never can have a new dress.”
TRA-LA-LARCENY
A HEATHEN named Min, passing by
A pie-shop, picked up a mince-pie.
If you think Min a thief,
Pray dismiss the belief:
The mince-pie that Min spied was Min’s pie.
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