illustration by Blanche Fisher Wright
Little King Boggen
Little King Boggen he built a fine hall,
Pie-crust and pastry-crust, that was the wall;
The windows were made of black puddings and white,
And slated with pancakes---you ne'er saw the like.
Happy Poetry Friday, all!
3 comments:
Yum. An edible house. Peter Pumpkin eater's neighbor perhaps. Very cute. Thanks for sharing, Lorie Ann.
I just ate black pudding for the very first time last night so very funny to read this little poem this morning! The illustration is lovely.
Black pudding! Was it blood pudding, I wonder?
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