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id: 45276
author: Anonymous
title: Dame Trot and Her Cat
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words: 615
sentence: 25
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  [Illustration: 0006] Next morning when little Dame Trot came down stairs, To attend, as usual, to household affairs, She found that the kitchen was swept up as clean As if Puss, a regular servant had been. Oh, what a strange cat! thought poor little Dame Trot, She'll break my best china and upset the pot; But no harm befel them--the velvety paws Were quite sure; the Dame for alarm had no cause.


id: 11095
author: Bonte, Willard
title: Fun and Nonsense
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words: 710
sentence: 52
flesch: 87
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  [Illustration: The Sailor Bold] OVERHEARD IN THE CORN-FIELD Said young Mr. Pumpkin, To old Mr. Squash, Do you think Mr. Corn overhears What we say when we talk Of his self-conscious stalk, And his moving Miss Melon to tears? [Illustration: Old Mr. Match] THOUGHTS UNSTRUNG Alas!


id: 22818
author: Herford, Oliver
title: An Alphabet of Celebrities
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words: 944
sentence: 33
flesch: 69
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  [Illustration] =T= is for =T=alleyrand toasting Miss =T=ruth, By the side of her well, in a glass of vermouth, And presenting Mark =T=wain as the friend of his youth. [Illustration] =H= is for =H=andel, who pours out his soul Through the bagpipes to =H=owells and =H=omer, who roll On the floor in an ecstasy past all control.


id: 27176
author: Belloc, Hilaire
title: More Beasts (For Worse Children)
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words: 1091
sentence: 76
flesch: 78
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  The Porcupine [Illustration] What! The Scorpion [Illustration] The Scorpion is as black as soot, He dearly loves to bite; He is a most unpleasant brute To find in bed, at night.


id: 27175
author: Belloc, Hilaire
title: The Bad Child's Book of Beasts
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words: 1096
sentence: 74
flesch: 80
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  [Illustration] Do not as children badly bred, Who eat like little Hogs, [Illustration] The Polar Bear The Polar Bear is unaware Of cold that cuts me through:


id: 46691
title: Biography for Beginners Being a Collection of Miscellaneous Examples for the Use of Upper Forms
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words: 1945
sentence: 182
flesch: 66
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  [Illustration] OTTO THE GREAT The great Emperor Otto Could not decide upon a motto. [Illustration] THE DUKE OF FIFE K.T., P.C., G.C.V.O. It looked bad when the Duke of Fife Left off using a knife; But people began to talk When he left off using a fork.


id: 30656
author: Burgess, Gelett
title: The Purple Cow!
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words: 4517
sentence: 354
flesch: 91
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  O' course, her brothers they helped her, though, An' rolled the arms an' laigs out, so They all was smooth with roundin' bends An' _chopped_ An' when their mother had chewn the head, She went an' _stuck_ it on, instead!


id: 36321
author: Graham, Harry
title: Misrepresentative Men
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words: 5083
sentence: 271
flesch: 82
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summary:
  While other men of note have had A certain local reputation, They never could compare with Pad,-- (Forgive this terse abbreviation),-- Loot: Orpheus may have been All Right; Cap: Paderewski's Out of Sight! (He was an Emperor, but then He had his faults like other men.)


id: 36782
author: Graham, Harry
title: More Misrepresentative Men
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words: 6716
sentence: 328
flesch: 76
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summary:
  Yes, _autre temps_ and _autre moeurs_, _OÃ¹ sont_ indeed _les neiges d'antan_? Insisting, when he got a quorum, On _Pons_ (he called it) _


id: 20353
title: The Best Nonsense Verses
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words: 8074
sentence: 377
flesch: 85
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  Said Jane, with a smirk and a blush on her face, I'll promise to wed the boy Who takes me to-morrow to Epsom Race! (Which I would have done, with joy). You are old, said the youth; one would hardly suppose That your eye was as steady as ever; Yet you balanced an eel on the end of your nose-- What made you so awfully clever? I have answered three questions, and that is enough, Said his father; don't give yourself airs!


id: 9380
title: A Nonsense Anthology
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words: 47143
sentence: 2612
flesch: 86
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summary:
  _He must be a fool indeed who cannot at times play the fool; and he who does not enjoy nonsense must be lacking in sense_. _WILLIAM J. ROLFE_.


