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The Fatal Lozenge, By Edward Gorey

An Apparition of her lover She recognizes with dismay; and later on she will discover that he himself had died today.

The Cad decides he has grown weary Of this affair, and that is that; And so he tells her just dreary He thinks she is, then leaves the flat.

The Drudge expends her life in mopping, In emptying and filling pails; And she will do so, never stopping, Until her strength entirely fails.

The Effigy, got up with clothing Abstracted from the victim's room, Is raised aloft to cheers of loathing Before it meets a flaming doom.

The Fetishist gets out the hassock, Turns down the lamp, and blots the door; Then in galoshes and a cassock, He worshipss It upon the floor.

The Invalid wakes up in terror To feel his toes becoming numb; The doctor's made another error- What unkown symptoms are to come?

The Lazar, blessed with an appearance Enough to give the strongest qualms. Has little need of perseverance In prompting a display of alms.

The Nun is fearfully bedevilled: She runs about and moans and shrieks; Her flesh is bruised, her clothes dishevelled: She's been like this for weeks and weeks.

The Orphan whom there's none to cherish Strays through the gloom on naked feet; She presently will fall, and perish Unnoticed in some squalid street.

The Proctor buys a pupil ices, And hopes the boy will not resist When he attempts to practise vices Few people even know exist.

The sight of the Uncle gives no pleasure, But rather cases much alarm: The children know that at his leisure He plans to have them to have them come to harm.

The sight of the Uncle gives no pleasure, But rather cases much alarm: The children know that at his leisure He plans to have them to have them come to harm.

The Yegg on rubber soles comes creeping Inside the house when it is late, And while the occupants are sleeping, Remuve the heirlooms and the plate

The Zouave used to war and battle Would sooner take a life than not: It scarecly has begun to prattle When he impales to hapless tot.

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