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. Shakespeare’s Monument at Stratford-upon-Avon
2. The Guard-Chamber
3. Bide ye yet by
4. Sir Richard Whittington’s Advancement
5. The Bells of Fletching

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