My first is almost a cropper;
My second is often a propper;
My whole was entirely a whopper.
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A FLORAL CHARADE
My first by poet’s eye was seen
Sad watching at the gates of heaven.
My next in tints of tender green
By Dickens with quaint art was given.
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My first is nothing but a name
My second is more small;
My whole is of such slender fame
It has no name at all.
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When second is of whole a fourth,
And first a fifth of second,
Then first by second multiplied
To make my whole is reckoned.