THE CHILDREN'S HOUR

Guglielmus Lunarius Caepia Bibaculus

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The Last Trolley

Our trolley doesn’t run no more.
It died today outside my door.

“Completely kaputski” said the engineer,
tenderly shedding one farewell tear.

No more clanging of bell when it creeps up the hill,
no more squealing of brakes as it scampers down.

Our trolley will forever be still
so the engineer is walking
all the way back to town.

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The Children’s Lament
WRITTEN FOR THE TWINSTERS
UPON THE IDES OF MARCH MMXII
IN MEMORY OF C. JULIUS CAESAR.

The western sky is a blustery gray
so our riding lesson was cancelled today.

Intelligent equines refuse to trot
if the weather is either too cold or too hot.

Any riders out now are fools upon mules.
We’ll spend the whole day inside and in school.

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