THE CHRONOTOPE || Yvette Siegert on poetry + translation

The Hows of Mirth

Posted in Limerick du jour, Nonce, Sheer Happiness by Yvette Siegert on Wednesday, 14 September 2011

There once was a girl in October

who fought very hard to be sober:

when laughing a lot,

she’d sob on the spot

and cackle when tears were all over.

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