THE-BRIGHT-EYED-DAY-IT-IS
The sun does not rise
nor does the sun set,
it is only the way it tilts.
Ah there's the daisy, the day's-eye,
with a morning dew it is wet.
It sprang-up and will down-wilt.
Girl, the sun does not rise
yet bright daisies are your eyes.
AGAINST A WALL NOT I GIRL
You might think me off the wall,
but I'm not against it. Or you at all !
IN-RUDE-HEALTH-WAS-HE
Farmer Wiles was all smiles
over his prize-cucumber.
Gave the eye as a girl passed-by
to where the village folk number.
Oh so smily, and oh so wily
as a fox, he the maid pursued.
Talked his way into a roll in the hay
with the pretty Miss. Find this verse is rude !
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