I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porpentine
that dastrdly hedgehog! we hates 'em.
ReplyDeleteI could a tale unfold whose lightest word
ReplyDeleteWould harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,
Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their
spheres,
Thy knotted and combined locks to part
And each particular hair to stand on end,
Like quills upon the fretful porpentine
you nasty little hedgehog!!
ReplyDeleteAlso qualifies for Onomatopedia! **POIK**
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