27 October 2007
Vol. 7, No. 3
They all climbed up on a high board fence—
Nine little Goblins, with green-glass eyes—
Nine little Goblins that had no sense,
And couldn't tell coppers from cold mince pies;
And they all climbed up on the fence, and sat—
And I asked them what they were staring at.
2 November 2006
Vol. 6, No. 3
sonnet, love poem
Mr. Fix-It, you're no passkey Schneider,
eager to put your key in my Julie.
Oh, but say the word, my big star lucky —
I'll curtsey like a love-hungry spider.
12 December 2005
Vol. 5, No. 4
Jenny kiss'd me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in;
Time, you thief, who love to get
Sweets into your list, put that in!
19 November 2005
Vol. 5, No. 3
Let us drink and be merry, dance, joke, and rejoice,
With claret and sherry, theorbo and voice!
31 August 2005
Vol. 5, No. 2
You needn't be trying to comfort me,
I tell you my Dolly is dead!
There's no use in saying she isn't
With a crack like that in her head.