arcana imperii :: the book of j


poem, by charles henry ross

john, tom, and james

john was a bad boy, and beat a poor cat;
tom put a stone in a blind man's hat;
james was the boy who neglected his prayers;
they've all grown up ugly, and nobody cares.

an old woman

there was an old woman as ugly as sin,
who lived upon lucifer-matches and gin;
but she was so greedy, and ate such a many,
you could not have kept her a week on a penny.


that's jack;
lay a stick on his back!
what's he done? i cannot say.
we'll find out tomorrow,
and beat him today.

via the writer's almanac,