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中國反政治迫害同盟 新帖 | 查帖 | 刷新 nunia 8/21/2006 3:23:39 PM 标题 内容 It was many and many a day ago, On an island near the sea, That a maiden lived whom you mightn't know By the name of Cannibalee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than a passionate fondness for me. I was child, and she was a child -- Tho' her tastes were adult Feejee -- But she loved with a love that was more than love My yearning Cannibalee; With a love that could take me roast or fried Or raw, as the case might be. And that is the reason that long ago, In that island near the sea, I had to turn the tables and eat My ardent Cannibalee -- Not really because I was fond of her, But to check her fondness for me. But the stars never rise but I think of the size Of my hot-potted Cannibalee, And the moon never stares but it brings me nightmares Of my spare-rib Cannibalee; And all the night-tide she is restless inside, Is my still indigestable dinner-belle bride, In her pallid tomb, which is Me, In her solemn sepulcher, Me. - by C.F. Lummis 改帖　　删帖 提帖　　压帖　　封/解帖 删改者姓名　 删改者密码

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