Explore "Size and Tears" by Lewis Carroll on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
/ WHEN on the sandy shore I sit, / Beside the salt sea-wave, / And fall into a weeping fit / Because I dare not shave- / A little whisper at my ear / Enquires the reason of my fear.
/ I answer "If that ruffian Jones / Should recognise me here, / He'd bellow out my name in tones / Offensive to the ear: / He chaffs me so on being stout / (A thing that always puts me out)."