Then owls and bats,
Cowls and twats,
Monks and nuns in cloister’s moods,
Adjourn to the oak-stump pantry.
Browning, from Pippa Passes
The Poet Who Mistook His Hat for a Twat
Some balding nuns, their duties shirkin’,
Learned about the perfect merkin
When reading rhymes with wording quaint
(But no allusions to a saint)
That made them restless on their cots:
The poet traded hats for twats.
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Ralph
Last edited by RCL; 05-22-2017 at 12:02 PM.
Reason: corrected hats with bats
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