Poetry: Machine Poetry: Children

The dear linie children, So gpy and ai clever, They delight and torment u For ever and ever! Though their hearta are all pure and yielding i putty, Their teazings are tireaome, and their faces o smutty. And when they amuse , they are sure to perple us, With glnbberings and jabberings, and questioH that vcx us. Ín puddles now paddling - Across the broom straddling - The cat and dog sndiliïng-And sucli fiddle-fuddünj- They re b usy all day, at misehiet and pliy. Yawning, Singing, Bawling, Clinging, Crawüng, Springing. Sfjrnwling, Swinging, Hauling, Ringing, Mauling, Bringing, Humming Rattlinff, Drumming, Tuttling, Thumpingi Tumbling, Jumping, Fumbiing. Sighing, Muinblmg, Crying, Jumbling, Ailmg Ridmg, Wailing, Süding, Dietractir.g U8 qi'.ite-, From morriing to night, Wiih continual clatteiing - Andgigglingand chattering - Splashj eplasliing and spotter ing - And every whero scattering, Their toys nnd their trinkets, üI! oider unheeding: Now cryingfor custard - for pudding now plead ing- Now pteáling :hc sngnr - now ücling molnsses - Now doTTl on iheir knees - n w flat on their faces. Oh, for what were they made but to plague and to pesten Or, til! like a hogsbead ofncwly brewed beer, They'ie put out to s.t:le and work themselves clear. But then. Thert'd be no men, Therefore I'll not the children scorn: For I must nwn. that I myself wns once, A Ut lie, noisy, ragged brat, though not exactly a dunco. Then, come to my bosom, Vou dear little devils. I'm fond of your capare and pleased with your revele: You are gay, interesting, affectionnte crentures. And lovc ligïits a smilö, on your dirt covered features. Then come to my bóaom - I'll lnig and caress ye! [Smack!] There! run to your mammy, dear darliner - God bless ve!