Page 85 - TRWW Book One
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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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