Antonio, Antonio, Was tired of living alonio. He thought he would woo Miss Lissamy Loo Miss Lissamy Lucy Molonio. Antonio, Antonio, Rode off on his polo-ponio. He found a fair maid In a bowery shade, A-sitting and knitting alonio. Antonio, Antonio, Said, "If you will be my ownio, I'll love you true, And I'll buy for you, An icery creamery conio!" "Oh, nonio, Antonio! ... You're fare too bleak and bonio! And all that I wish, You singular fish, Is that you will quickly begonio." Antonio, Antonio, He uttered a dismal moanio; Then ran off and hid (Or I'm told that he did) In the Anticatartical Zonio. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN ANCIENT PROVERB by WILLIAM BLAKE VOLUNTARIES by RALPH WALDO EMERSON CHRISTMAS IN INDIA by RUDYARD KIPLING THE SPIRIT OF SHAKESPEARE: 1 by GEORGE MEREDITH A DUTCH PROVERB by MATTHEW PRIOR ACHIEVEMENT'S SILVER CRY by MARGARETE ROSE AKIN |