Icy down upon that J. T. C.
So calmly sleeping there—
And a frenzied chunk of cat-meat
Jumps six ft. in the air.
Anonymous.
Only a hair on his shoulder,
Long, and wavy, and brown,
Only a cock-and-bull story
In exchange for his wife’s deep frown.
Icy down upon that J. T. C.
So calmly sleeping there—
And a frenzied chunk of cat-meat
Jumps six ft. in the air.
Anonymous.
Only a hair on his shoulder,
Long, and wavy, and brown,
Only a cock-and-bull story
In exchange for his wife’s deep frown.