04-13-2017, 04:32 PM
The Proposal
Of many bells, this bell tinkled most bright.
When faced with it, your face, you saw, was mad.
The fiend, so voted they, you’d bell that night.
Of many bells, this bell tinkled most bright.
Her whiskers, tickled, twitched. Your heart, in fright,
quick pattered, jiggled that in hand you had:
of many bells, this bell tinkled most bright,
and faced with it, your face, you saw, was mad.
Of many bells, this bell tinkled most bright.
When faced with it, your face, you saw, was mad.
The fiend, so voted they, you’d bell that night.
Of many bells, this bell tinkled most bright.
Her whiskers, tickled, twitched. Your heart, in fright,
quick pattered, jiggled that in hand you had:
of many bells, this bell tinkled most bright,
and faced with it, your face, you saw, was mad.