Two Or Three, par John Keats

John Keats

Two Or Three

Two or three Posies

With two or three simples—

Two or three Noses

With two or three pimples—

Two or three wise men

And two or three ninny’s—

Two or three guineas—

Two or three raps

At two or three doors—

Two or three naps

Of two or three hours—

Two or three Cats

And two or three mice—

Two or three sprats

At a very great price—

Two or three sandies

And two or three tabbies—

Two or three dandies

And two Mrs.———

Two or three Smiles

And two or three frowns—

Two or three Miles

To two or three towns—

Two or three pegs

For two or three bonnets—

Two or three dove eggs

To hatch into sonnets.

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