Poem by Anonymous

Limerick. “A wandering tribe, called the Siouxs…”

A wandering tribe, called the Siouxs, 
Wear moccasins, having no shiouxs.
	They are made of buckskin,
	With the fleshy side in, 
Embroidered with beads of bright hyiouxs. 

1. The Aisle of Tombs
2. The Flower of Yarrow
3. My Wife Has Ta'en the Gee
4. Carlisle Yetts
5. Glashen-Glora

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