two sides to every yarn
Robert Louis Stevenson
i recite a verse to verse disturbing tales in thee jekle and Hyde where i find is in my mind hair i stare dressed to be a dandy like my velvet cloak to a bohemian rhapsody a story with in me treasure island where i write on samoa where i rest it was so devine fanny my wife let me sleep through the night tis William Brody head to a pole to dig up his poor soul to wee hang thee again for your sick minded soul Robert was born in Edinburgh mile road burning chest you no the rest master of ballentrae was another tale with in me a bedside of yarns full of barns tis my mummy behold it my cummy to recite a tale is so yummy
