Treasure Island

Christopher Morley

(5 May 1890 – 28 March 1957 / Haverford, Pennslyvania)

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There were two cheerful pronouns
And nought did them disturb:
Until they met, out walking.
A conjugative verb.

The pronouns, child, were You and I,
We might as well confess;
But, ah, the mischief-making verb
I leave to you to guess!

Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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