Carolyn Wells

(1869-1942 / the United States)

Carolyn Wells Poems

1. A Day Dream 9/13/2010
2. A Dream Lesson 9/13/2010
3. A Long-Felt Want 9/13/2010
4. A Marvel 9/13/2010
5. A Penitential Week 9/13/2010
6. A Phenomenal Fauna 9/13/2010
7. A Photographic Failure 9/13/2010
8. A Tragic Tale Of Tea 9/13/2010
9. An Intercepted Valentine 9/13/2010
10. An Old Love 9/13/2010
11. Found Wanting 9/13/2010
12. How The Cat Was Belled 9/13/2010
13. My Barometer 9/13/2010
14. Opulent Ollie 9/13/2010
15. Our Club 9/13/2010
16. Styx River Anthology 9/13/2010
17. The Grandiloquent Goat 9/13/2010
18. The Happy Hyena 9/13/2010
19. The Instructiphone 9/13/2010
20. The Intelligent Hen 9/13/2010
21. The Lay Of The Lady Lorraine 9/13/2010
22. The Arch Armadillo 9/13/2010
23. The Musical Carp 9/13/2010
24. The New Cup 9/13/2010
25. The Rivals 9/13/2010
26. The Smiling Shark 9/13/2010
27. The Spelling Lesson 9/13/2010
28. The Poster-Girl After Dante Gabriel Rossetti 9/13/2010
29. The Purple Cow Parodies 9/13/2010
30. Young America 9/13/2010
31. Sea-Butterflies 7/22/2015
32. A Canner Exceedingly Canny 2/3/2015
33. The Rhyme Of Triangular Tommy 9/13/2010
34. The Funny Kittens 9/13/2010
35. The Very Merry Voyage Of The Macaroni Man 9/13/2010
36. The Strike Of The Fireworks 9/13/2010
37. A Bicycle Built For Two 9/13/2010
38. Dorothy's Opinion 9/13/2010
39. Bobby's Pocket 9/13/2010
40. A Valuable Gift 9/13/2010
Best Poem of Carolyn Wells

Puzzled

There lived in ancient Scribbletown a wise old writer-man,
Whose name was Homer Cicero Demosthenes McCann.
He'd written treatises and themes till, 'For a change,' he said,
'I think I'll write a children's book before I go to bed.'

He pulled down all his musty tomes in Latin and in Greek;
Consulted cyclopaedias and manuscripts antique,
Essays in Anthropology, studies in counterpoise--
'For these,' he said, 'are useful lore for little girls and boys.'

He scribbled hard, and scribbled fast, he burned the midnight oil,
And when he reached 'The End' he felt ...

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A Great Lady

This is the Queen of Nonsense Land,
She wears her bonnet on her hand;
She carpets her ceilings and frescos her floors,
She eats on her windows and sleeps on her doors.
Oh, ho! Oh, ho! to think there could be
A lady so silly-down-dilly as she!

She goes for a walk on an ocean wave,
She fishes for cats in a coral cave;

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