Matters not what nor where,

Hark, to the moon’s dim cluster!

How was her heavy hair

Lithe as a feather duster!

Matters not when nor whence;

Flittertigibbet!

Sounds make the song, not sense,

Thus I inhibit!

Carolyn Wells has written much humorous verse and prose. Her work has appeared in many of the periodicals and in book form.

THE IDIOT’S DELIGHT