Poem: "Request Number"
Tell me a story, Father, please do;
I've kissed Mama, and I've said my prayers,
And I've bade good night to the soft pussy cat
And the little gray mouse that lives under the stairs.
Tell me a story, Father, please do,
Of power-crazed vampires of monstrous size,
Of hordes of malevolent man-eating crabs,
And pea-green zombies with X-ray eyes.
--poem by someone whose name I can't find online; first read in Wallace Tripp's Marguerite, Go Wash Your Feet, my only copy of which isn't readily available at the moment. Will look it up later.
I've kissed Mama, and I've said my prayers,
And I've bade good night to the soft pussy cat
And the little gray mouse that lives under the stairs.
Tell me a story, Father, please do,
Of power-crazed vampires of monstrous size,
Of hordes of malevolent man-eating crabs,
And pea-green zombies with X-ray eyes.
--poem by someone whose name I can't find online; first read in Wallace Tripp's Marguerite, Go Wash Your Feet, my only copy of which isn't readily available at the moment. Will look it up later.