I washed a sock. Then I put it in the dryer. When I took it out, it was gone.
To A Friend
by William Carlos Williams
Well, Lizzie Anderson! seventeen men—and
the baby hard to find a father for!
What will the good Father in Heaven say
to the local judge if he do not solve this problem?
A little two-pointed smile and—pouff!—
the law is changed into a mouthful of phrases.