When we told you minus twenty Here this morning, that seemed plenty. We were trying to be modest (Said he spitting in the sawdust), And moreover did our guessing By the kitchen stove while dressing. Come to dress and make a sortie, What we found was minus forty. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BRIER-ROSE by HJALMAR HJORTH BOYESEN IN MEMORIAM: A.F (OB. OCT. 12, 1879) by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN ON AN INFANT UNBORN, AND THE MOTHER DYING IN TRAVAIL by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) TO A PHOEBE-BIRD by WITTER BYNNER |