Culture continues with National Poetry Month
Oh, she was an acrobat's daughter,
she swung by her teeth from a noose;
then one matinee her bridgework gave way,
and she flew through the air like a goose.
she swung by her teeth from a noose;
then one matinee her bridgework gave way,
and she flew through the air like a goose.
-– Daffy Duck