Little King Boggen he built a fine hall.
Pye-crust, and pastry-crust, that was the wall;
The windows were made of black-puddings and white,
And slated with pancakes - you ne'er saw the like.
Nursery Rhyme. Lvii. Tales
Unknown
(1)
Poem topics: white, king, wall, black, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation
Write your comment about Nursery Rhyme. Lvii. Tales poem by Unknown
Best Poems of Unknown