SHELLEY GNOMES (Six Tailgaters)
Warm Night
Like clouds in starlight widely spread
He lies spread-eagled on his bed.
Snowbird
O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being,
Quite shortly now to Florida I’ll be fleeing.
Genetic Imperative
Nothing in the world is single;
That’s why we must all commingle.
False Smile
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
Might have been scary, but it was upside-down.
Sorrow
O, weep for Adonais! though our tears
Seep through our beards and drip into our beers!
Time A-wasting
When no blissful hope on his bosom is beaming,
He thinks that he ought to begin his blaspheming.
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