 | The collected works of Ambrose Bierce |  |
FAME
He held a book in his knotty paws,
And its title grand read he:
“The Chronicles of the Kings” it was,
By the History Companee.
“I'm a monarch,” he said
(But a tear he shed)
“And my picter here you see.
And its title grand read he:
“The Chronicles of the Kings” it was,
By the History Companee.
“I'm a monarch,” he said
(But a tear he shed)
“And my picter here you see.
“Great and lasting is my renown,
However the wits may flout—
As wide almost as this blessed town”
(But he winced as if with gout.)
“I paid 'em like sin
For to put me in,
But it's O, and O, to be out!”
However the wits may flout—
As wide almost as this blessed town”
(But he winced as if with gout.)
“I paid 'em like sin
For to put me in,
But it's O, and O, to be out!”
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