"Poor Pickings"
Today's poem is by "Abigail Sprigge."
A burglar entered by mistake
A poetess's room one day.
And finding there was nothing else
To steal, he stole away.
Here's what the critics are saying:
"And if you ask me—well—it's a damned good poem. Because it's got but four lines, and they're damned short! And it's further a good one, because it isn't all gooey with flowers, and springtime, and love, and what—the—"
—Clay Calthorpe
(To learn more—read this!)
Labels: Harry Stephen Keeler, Hazel Goodwin Keeler, The Riddle of the Traveling Skull
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