Nature
No Go
From Child Verse (1900)
Nature
Said a simpering Butterfly, sipping a rose,
To a graceless Mosquito on grandpapa's nose,
Whom she hoped to entrap,
"Pray come, Sir, and taste of this delicate stuff."
"Thanks, Madam, I'm just now taking my snuff,"
Quoth the impudent chap.
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MLA
Tabb, John Banister. “No Go.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/tabb/55/.
Chicago
Tabb, John Banister. “No Go.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/tabb/55/.
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