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The Red Well-Read Reader

Story 125

Calculating Keith

Keith

Picked up his scythe by its sneath

To shear some sprigs to make a wreath

To gift his dying Aunt Lolith

Hoping that this slick trick

Would pull him out from beneath

His debts

And out of Edinburg’s ghetto of Leith

With the cash she’d soon bequeath

Story 126

Seething

If per chance a doctor were to unsheathe

A scalpel to help some little baby teethe,

Do you think its mother would an•xious•ly breathe ?

Do you think she might an•gri•ly seethe ?

And in court, do you think he’d wor•ried•ly grieve ?

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