On a Door
分类: 英语诗歌
by Jordan Davis
With practice I could fold a rose
Or a theory of prose or some treason
But what is to be got a satire?
Expedience? the opera of laughter?
I know conviction from the convict,
The senator from February.
With practice I could fold a rose
Or a theory of prose or some treason
But what is to be got a satire?
Expedience? the opera of laughter?
I know conviction from the convict,
The senator from February.