As when rooting in a bin, All powdered o'er from tail to chin, A lively maggot sallies out, You know him by his hazel snout: So, when the grandson of his grandsire, Forth issues wriggling Dick Drawcensir With powdered rump and back and side, You cannot blanch his tawny hide; For 'tis beyond the pow'r of meal The gipsy visage to conceal: For, as he shakes his wainscot chops, Down ev'ry mealy atom drops And leaves the Tartar phiz, in show Like a fresh turd just dropped on snow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FABLES: 1ST SER. 5. THE WILD BOAR AND THE RAM by JOHN GAY THE OLD SCOTTISH CAVALIER by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN |