There once was a wicked old elf ...
There once was a wicked old elf
Who sat a girl up on a shelf,
In spite of her aunties,
He took down her panties—
But finish this rhyme for yourself.
From a letter to Tevis Clyde Smith, undated; titled with the first line in COLLECTED POETRY
There once was a wicked old elf
Who sat a girl up on a shelf,
In spite of her aunties,
He took down her panties—
But finish this rhyme for yourself.