by Edward Lear
There was an Old Man of Kilkenny,
Who never had more than a penny;
He spent all that money,
In onions and honey,
That wayward Old Man of Kilkenny.
In the twilight rain
these brilliant-hued hibiscus . . .
A lovely sunset
Written by: Natsume Soseki | Biography | Poems (1) | Email Poem - Over the wintryEmail Poem
Over the wintry
forest, winds howl in rage
with no leaves to blow.