Nurse Maureen Kelly Diary Entry (137)

• February 7, 2017 13:52:49 Stefania Biron

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  And to enter it aspire;

  When an album I admire,

  'Tis so hard to drop upon it

  Just some sane and simple sonnet.

  Bright and britty, happy verse,

  Catchly, homely, lovely, terse-

  Bount do please, and worthy, sure,

  Of my flowery signature!

  I look behind and look before,

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  scratch my head and pace the floor,

  Put my pencil to my lip, 

  Heavenward raise my nose's tip;

  All in vain the effort seems:

  Brings my head no poet's dreams!

  Then I try my luck in bed;

  Every inspiration fled!

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  There I struggle for a time,

  First with "metre" then with "rhime",

  Long to have, as I once read -

  an icy bandage round my head!                   

  I cry like multon to the muse.

  I may call but will she choose?

  For I wont give in and lose!

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  Perhaps my hair is far too short, 

  Poets wear it (or they ought)

  Flowing from the swellong pate - 

  Mine is in an awful state.

  "Tatcho tell me do they sell 'em

  as they did in ante bellum."

  For my troubled cerebellum?

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  Oh album, I am in despair!

  Treres no time to grow the hair!

  Sister wants her album back,

  Verse and couplet still I lack -

  Ive got weased, worried, hurried,

  I am frelting, sweating, flurried, 

  Help! I'mfulling! Is it deep?

  Oh, thank you, nurse, I've been asleep!

  I've got a pain dont stand and laugh;

  But "give me something" - for an autograph!

  S. Burton

  young DARKIE

  
  

  
  

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• February 7, 2017 13:47:03 Stefania Biron

  OUGHT-TO-GRAPH

  
  

  And to enter it aspire;

  When an album I admire,

  'Tis so hard to drop upon it

  Just some sane and simple sonnet.

  Bright and britty, happy verse,

  Catchly, homely, lovely, terse-

  Bount do please, and worthy, sure,

  Of my flowery signature!

  I look behind and look before,

                            2

  scratch my head and pace the floor,

  Put my pencil to my lip, 

  Heavenward raise my nose's tip;

  All in vain the effort seems:

  Brings my head no poet's dreams!

  Then I try my luck in bed;

  Every inspiration fled!

                            3

  There I struggle for a time,

  First with "metre" then with "rhime",

  Long to have, as I once read -

  an icy bandage round my head!                   

  I cry like multon to the muse.

  I may call but will she choose?

  For I wont give in and lose!

                            4

  Perhaps my hair is far too short, 

  Poets wear it (or they ought)

  
  

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• February 7, 2017 13:43:30 Stefania Biron

  OUGHT-TO-GRAPH

  
  

  And to enter it aspire;

  When an album I admire,

  'Tis so hard to drop upon it

  Just some sane and simple sonnet.

  Bright and britty, happy verse,

  Catchly, homely, lovely, terse-

  Bount do please, and worthy, sure,

  Of my flowery signature!

  I look behind and look before,

                            2

  scratch my head and pace the floor,

  Put my pencil to my lip, 

  Heavenward raise my nose's tip;

  All in vain the effort seems:

  Brings my head no poet's dreams!

  Then I try my luck in bed;

  Every inspiration fled!

                            3

  There I struggle for a time,

  First with "metre" then with "rhime",

  Long to have, as I once read -

  an ... bandage round my head!                   

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

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