A poem
“the Random House Treasury of Best-Loved Poems”…
There was a young lady of Ryde, Who are some green apples and died;
The apples fermented
Inside the lamented,
And made cider inside her inside.
By anonymous
Graceee
“the Random House Treasury of Best-Loved Poems”…
There was a young lady of Ryde, Who are some green apples and died;
The apples fermented
Inside the lamented,
And made cider inside her inside.
By anonymous
Graceee