I felt like HUckleberry Finn


A DEAD IRISH POET'S OPINION

I niver, I niver, I na, na, no niver...
Pretended to know so much....
I niver, I niver, I na, na, no niver...
Knew a such and a such....
I knew spirits of ladies,
Soft, sweet and fair...
Wil O' the Wispies
With tangerine hair
And you are a Some Thing
I dare not to say...
A blight, An enigma,
On a clear day?
A Witch O' the word?
Oh, evil of God!
Wrapped up in a woman?
I niver, I niver, I na, na, no niver...
Isn't she too odd?

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