Hot and Mystic
All Resolutions
For through his Flemington there shied
A rocket, hot and mystic,
“I didn’t mean to be,” he cried,
“So deuced realistic!”
Description:
A writer springs up from his chair as a rocket shoots through his typewriter.
For through his Flemington there shied
A rocket, hot and mystic,
“I didn’t mean to be,” he cried,
“So deuced realistic!”
A writer springs up from his chair as a rocket shoots through his typewriter.