Quoth the Raven
QUOTH THE RAVEN
Quoth the raven sat at the table to a feast to blow one’s eyes
Curtains closed, to prevent the peering in of other raven spies
On been handed a gold platter was told fill your guts I implore
O' Nay” says Quoth the raven I only eat my quota, nevermore
Indiana Shaw . . . : /
Apologizes in advance Richard, howl . . . ; )
Copyright © Indiana Shaw | Year Posted 2019
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