Poem by Anonymous

Limerick. “There was a young woman named Riley…”

There was a young woman named Riley, 
Who valued old candle-ends highly. 
	When no one was looking 
	She used them for cooking. 
“It’s wicked to waste,” she said dryly.

1. Gathering of Atholl
2. Lord Strafford’s Meditations in the Tower
3. The Bells of Fletching
4. The Old Scottish Gentleman
5. Barthram’s Dirge

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