Peter Piper and Sally SellsA Poem by William Fields IssacThis is a Louis Carol style nonsense poem.
One sunny night a boy walked along the shore,
His friend the Walrus rambled on and on, Of shoes and ships and more, And tea with Tumnas the Fawn. They walked and talked, of pigs taking wing, And how a doorless frame never locked, They talked and walked until they heard someone sing. "Who sings such a song," They asked each-other, All noonday long, Like a warbling mother, Then they saw a sight, And you should see the sight they saw, For if you saw it you might, Laugh and hee and haw. Twas a girl on the beach, on a pile of shells, eating a peach, amongst the fishy smells. "What are you doing little girl?" Peter piped beside the Walrus. the girl just sat crosseyed staring at her curl. "Come now be polite and answer us" "I sell these horrid shells," the girl sharply replied, "I want buy some silver bells, and dance in the chilly tide," "2 for a penny, 3 for a dime, 4 for a coconut and 6 for a lime." "The blue ones are an extra two pence , the pink ones another pound, the the for plain ones you must mend a fence, and the small ones run around." "How many can I get the leper?" Peter Piper pecked "For a peck of pickled pepper?" There she sat with her thoughts collect. "How many pepper are in such a peck?" she did pick, He did answer, "enough to kill a duck, Yet not enough to make a cow sick, But just enough to try your luck." The girl sat and scratched her head, screwed up her eyes, until her nose turned red, Then much to their surprise, She took the deal, gave them 5 and a half, then trundled off toe and heal, with hoarse and coughing laugh. Then the Walrus to peter said. "Lets get lunch."
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