Carolyn Wells Poems
The Poster Girl's Defence
It was an Artless Poster Girl pinned up against my wall,
She was tremendous ugly, she was exceeding tall;
I was gazing at her idly, and I think I must have slept,
For that poster maiden lifted up her poster voice, and wept.
She said between her poster sobs, ‘I think it's rather rough
To be jeered and fleered and flouted, and I've stood it long enough;
I'm tired of being quoted as a Fright and Fad and Freak,
And I take this opportunity my poster mind to speak.
‘Although my hair is carmine and my nose is edged with blue,
Although my style is splashy and my ...
A Day Dream
Polly's patchwork--oh, dear me!--
Truly is a sight to see.
Rumpled, crumpled, soiled, and frayed--
Will the quilt be ever made?
See the stitches yawning wide--
Can it be that Polly _tried_?
Some are right and some are wrong,
Some too short and some too long,