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Story 125
Calculating Keith
Keith
Picked up his scythe by its sneith,
To shear some sprigs to make a wreath,
To be-gift his dying Aunt Lo-lieth,
In hopes that this slick trick,
Would pull him out from beneath,
His debts
And out of Edinburgs ghetto of Leith,
With all her money, she would soon bequeath!
Change: sneath to sneith; Lolith to Lo-lieth; and no apostrophe after Edinburg’s.
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 anxiously breathe,
Do you think she might angrily seethe,
And, in court, do you think he would worriedly grieve ?
