Polly Packer picked a pile of pickled peppers
outweighing the paltry peck that Peter chose.
Poor Peter Piper’s paused his pepper picking
and all he picks at present is his nose. 46 more words
I believe (i.e. this is not a statement I can back up with scientific data) that it used to be quite common to give and receive original poems as gifts – the poems were not given 663 more words