Thursday, January 1, 2004
Execution, The : A Sporting Anecdote Hon. Mr. Sucklethumbkin's Story Comments
Rating: ★2.6
My Lord Tomnoddy got up one day;
It was half after two,
He had nothing to do,
So his Lordship rang for his cabriolet.
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7/19/2025 7:57:38 PM # 1.0.0
What was to be done? - ' twas perfectly plain That they could not well hang the man over again: What was to be done? - The man was dead! Nought could be done - nought could be said; So - my Lord Tomnoddy went home to bed a great poem indeed. tony