Princely Perils
The shrieks of one puny Prince Gibb Roused a nurse to inspect the babe’s crib. Her findings were shocking— A cradle still rocking A singular, semi-mauled rib. – Anna…
By Anna Kozloski – 4 years ago
The shrieks of one puny Prince Gibb Roused a nurse to inspect the babe’s crib. Her findings were shocking— A cradle still rocking A singular, semi-mauled rib. – Anna…
By Anna Kozloski – 4 years ago
The residents dare not inquire Why she spends every day on the spire; The last one who asked Unnaturally passed When she unleashed a monstrous lyre. – Anna Kozloski
By Anna Kozloski – 4 years ago
If the past is the past, And the present’s downcast, Rejoice, then, my reader, In a brighter forecast. – Anna Kozloski
By Anna Kozloski – 4 years ago
She swings above, from bough to bough, And sweetly sings, “The end is now!” – Anna Kozloski
By Anna Kozloski – 4 years ago
‘Twas a matter remarkably queer That a turnip had grown from each ear, And to make matters worse He’d not see a nurse; The prognosis, indeed, was unclear. – Anna…
By Anna Kozloski – 4 years ago
Quite curious is the raccoon Who leisurely plays the bassoon. – Anna Kozloski
By Anna Kozloski – 4 years ago
There once was a dubious parson Who zealously dabbled in arson, And in Hell, he rejoiced That the torture of choice Did not daunt but secretly charmed him. – Anna…
By Anna Kozloski – 4 years ago
The wily and winsome coquette Grew bored of tall blondes and brunettes; She retired her ways And now spends her days In a submarine bugle quartet. – Anna Kozloski
By Anna Kozloski – 4 years ago
A maniacal set of spry twins Chased each other about with large pins, And their mother repented The day she invented Partakers of such frightful sins. – Anna Kozloski