rigling

Updated: May 12, 2025

I wish I was a little worm, All rigling in the sun, That I myself towards thee might turn When thou along didst come. Oh, I wish I was a doormat, sweet, All prostrate on the floor, If only thou wouldst wipe thy feet, On me, what could I want more?"

Talbot Baines Reed - The Fifth Form at Saint Dominic's : A School Story