human
And looking askew At the cat, who said
gpt
Mew! Meaning
human
Good-night, to you. You'll wake up anew, And say,
gpt
Mamma, who Sent this book on view? Have you the least clue? I'm afraid she's a shrew, As the color is blue. The stories are true, I supposes; don't you?
human
My dear, 'Tis Aunt Fanny, I hear. She's nothing to scare, For she's little and spare: She's not very fair, And as high as a chair. Then you'll put on an air-- For in this affair You have a great share-- And say,
gpt
I don't care If she's _not_ very fair, And so little and spare, Or as cross as a bear: I protest and declare I like her, now--there!
human
Sir, your opinion You're asked to suspend.
gpt
Where'er You go, and, whene'er At 'Clear Comfort,' whate'er You do, and howe'er, The writer will ne'er From her inmost heart tear Little Peter; but wear A sweet souvenir there Of her little friend dear, Which no one shall share As long as she's here.
human
Pottery