Poem by Bert Leston Taylor

Upon Julia's Arctics

When as galoshed my Julia goes,
Unbuckled all from top to toes,
How swift the poem becometh prose!
And when I cast mine eyes and see
Those arctics flopping each way free,
Oh, how that flopping floppeth me! 

1. Post-Impressionism
2. The Gadder
3. Hence These Years
4. Aprilly
5. To the Proof Room

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