PEANUT BRITTLE
The crunch of white teeth Upon the crisp gold-brown! The sting of molasses Studded with reticent mounds Delicious in their surprise, Flashing pictures Of great gray elephants Taking reluctant baths At the Zoo! Dancing brown eyes Quivering lashes Mischievously say, “Don’t you wish Y'ou were me?” Slender white throat Laughing With the flutter Of swallows. Ecstacy! Little red mouth Framed In a reminiscent halo Sought by a zealous tongue. “All gone!” —F.S.S. ACQUAINTED “Mother,” said the small boy, as they passed an elderly gentleman in the street, “I know that man.” “Y'ou know him, Freddy? Are you sure?” “Y'es, mother; he often speaks to me.” “Why, what does he say, Freddy?” “He says, ‘Yes, you’re the boy that throws stones at my dog I.’ ”
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Sun (Auckland), Volume 1, Issue 74, 18 June 1927, Page 27
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126PEANUT BRITTLE Sun (Auckland), Volume 1, Issue 74, 18 June 1927, Page 27
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