It was small wonder, then, that he suddenly flung down his brush on the floor, said 'Bother!' and 'O blow!' and also 'Hang spring-cleaning!' and bolted out of the house without even waiting to put on his coat.
------------ Kenneth Grahame
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Yet Another Crow Poem
a crow in glossy black knickerbockers snicksnops over the asphalt's yellow lines: he has business with the blowing cellophane.