Septimus Flong, the Dandy Nong, Walked his octopus down Fisherman’s Prong, Though common folk would point and joke At this strange pet in its jewelled yoke And at his coat of brilliant satin And his pumps of antique pattern And his stockings, striped in puce, And his trews (in cut, quite loose.) But Septimus, he […]
Lettres
Wherein the Author reflects upon certain topical & personal issues of the Day.
The archive for November, 2014
The following lettres were posted during this month: