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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WHISKERS, by WALT MASON Poet's Biography First Line: I often cry, 'oh, goodness gracious! My Last Line: "cry, till he's dejected, ""come from behind the hedge!" Subject(s): Mowing And Mowers | |||
I OFTEN cry, "Oh, goodness gracious! My whiskers, rank, apocynaceous, grow faster every year; it takes so much of toil and trouble, to mow away the doggone stubble—I still must shear and shear." I'm shaving, with the lather foaming, at early morn and in the gloaming, and by the midnight lamp; I'm shaving when I should be earning some coin to keep the fires a-burning, till I have barber's cramp. The time men waste, their whiskers mowing, if it were spent in useful sowing, would renovate the earth; why, ask the Innocent Bystanders, do faces run to oleanders, which have no price or worth? It must be great to be a woman, upon whose face, so fair and bloomin', alfalfa doesn't grow; she doesn't, with her sisters, gather, at barbershops, the taste of lather she doesn't ever know. But man must always be a-stropping; to mow away the new outcropping, his tools must have an edge; and if his whiskers are neglected, his friends will cry, till he's dejected, "Come from behind the hedge!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MOWER IN OHIO by JOHN JAMES PIATT HAY-TIME; OR, THE CONSTANT LOVERS; A PASTORAL IN CUMBERLAND DIALECT by JOSIAH RELPH THE MOWING by CHARLES GEORGE DOUGLAS ROBERTS THE SONG OF THE LAWN-MOWER by AMOS RUSSEL WELLS NEEDS by ARCHIE RANDOLPH AMMONS ON THE ORTHODOXY AND CREED OF MY POWER MOWER by JOHN CIARDI |
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