She was clean and good-really and truly the candid child that she had never ceased to seem to be-when that Sliming, crawling reptile first got his coils about her.
"The Devil's Garden"
W. B. Maxwell
From the baking of bread To the breaking a head, From rhyming a ballad To Sliming a salad, From mending of ditches To spending of riches, Follow the rule to the uttermost letter: "Better!"
"Impertinent Poems"
Edmund Vance Cooke