"THOUGH I was born in April's prime, With many another lamb, Yet, thinking now of all my years, What am I but a tough old ram?" "No woman thinks of years," said she, "Or any tough old rams, When she can hear a voice that bleats As tenderly as any lamb's." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE TO THE BROWN PAPER BAG by JAMES GALVIN A,B,C by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY FIVE EYES by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE LADY AND THE SWINE by MOTHER GOOSE THE FLOWERS OF THE FOREST by ALISON RUTHERFORD SHIRK OR WORK? by GRACE BORDELON AGATE |