There was an old man of the Cape
Who made himself garments of crepe.
When asked, "Do they tear?"
He replied, "Here and there,
But they're perfectly splendid for shape!"
More verses by Robert Louis Stevenson
- My House, I Say
- Wedding Prayer
- To Mesdames Zassetsky And Garschine
- To Miss Cornish
- To Madame Garschine