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Then I've brought in something about the heedless hartebeest galloping over the deserted veldt." "Of course you know it's practically extinct in those regions?" "I can't help _that_, it gallops so nicely. I make it have all sorts of unexpected yearnings   'Mother, may I go and maffick, Tear around and hinder traffic?' Of course you'll say there would be no traffic worth bothering about on the bare and sun scorched veldt, but there's no other word that rhymes with maffick." "Seraphic?" THEN I'VE BROUGHT IN SOMETHING ABOUT THE HEEDLESS HEARTBEAST GALLOPING OVER THE DESERTED VELD OF COURSE YOU KNOW IT'S PRACTICALLY EXTINCT IN THOSE REGIONS I CAN'T HELP THAT IT GALLOPS SO NICELY I MAKE IT HAVE ALL SORTS OF UNEXPECTED YEARNINGS MOTHER MAY I GO IN MATHICK TEAR AROUND AND HINDER TRAFFIC OF COURSE YOU'LL SAY THERE WOULD BE NO TRAFFIC WORTH BOTHERING ABOUT ON THE BARE AND SUN SCORCHED VELDT BUT THERE'S NO OTHER WORD THAT RHYMES WITH MATHICK SERAPHIC
lso." "I am sure you didn't read about him in any sacred book." "Yes; I fancy you will find him in Debrett." REGINALD'S PEACE POEM "I'm writing a poem on Peace," said Reginald, emerging from a sweeping operation through a tin of mixed biscuits, in whose depths a macaroon or two might yet be lurking. "Something of the kind seems to have been attempted already," said the Other. "Oh, I know; but I may never have the chance again. Besides, I've got a new fountain pen. I don't pretend to have gone on any very original lines; in writing about Peace the thing is to say what everybody else is saying, only to say it better. It begins with the usual ornithological emotion-- 'When the widgeon westward winging Heard the folk Vereeniginging, Heard the shouting and the singing'"-- "Vereeniginging is good, but why widgeon?" "Why not? Anything that winged westward would naturally begin with a _w_." "Need it wing westward?" "The bird must go somewhere. You wouldn't have it hang around and look foolish. PUBLIC DOMAIN FOR MORE INFORMATION OR TO VOLUNTEER PLEASE VISIT LIBERVOX DOT ORG THIS READING BY JASON'S ANTHOPOLIS REGINALD BISAKI REGINALD'S PEACE POEM REGINALD'S PEACE POEM I AM WRITING A POEM ON PEACE SAID REGINALD EMERGING FROM A SWEEPING OPERATION THROUGH A TIN OF MIXED BISCUITS IN WHOSE DEPTHS A MACKAROON OR TWO MIGHT YET BE LURKING SOMETHING OF THE KIND SEEMS TO HAVE BEEN ATTEMPTED ALREADY SAID THE OTHER OH I KNOW BUT I MAY NEVER HAVE THE CHANCE AGAIN BESIDES I'VE GOT A NEW FOUNTAIN PEN I DON'T PRETEND TO HAVE GONE ON ANY VERY ORIGINAL LINES IN WRITING ABOUT PIECE THE THING IS TO SAY WHAT EVERYBODY ELSE IS SAYING ONLY TO SAY IT BETTER IT BEGINS WITH THE USUAL ORNITHOLOGICAL EMOTION WHEN THE WIDGEON WESTWARD WINGING HEARD THE FOLK FARINA GING HEARD THE SHOUTING AND THE SINGING FERINA GINGING IS GOOD BUT WHY WIDGEON WHY NOT ANYTHING THAT WINGED WESTWARD WOULD NATURALLY BEGIN WITH A WHEED IT WING WESTWARD THE BIRD MUST GO SOMEWHERE YOU WOULDN'T HAVE IT HANG AROUND AND LOOK FOOLISH
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