IF EVER, as I struck thy strings, I've sounded one enduring note, Let me, O Lyre, think up some things That folks will simply have to quote. A Lesbian lyrist owned thee once; He used to sing a lot, he did, Of dames and demijohns and stunts Like that. He was the Tuneful Kid. Help me, mine ancient ukulele, Sing songs of sorrow and of joy, Such as, composed and printed daily, Will make the public yell, "Oh, @3boy!@1" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...APOLLO by THOMAS HOLLEY CHIVERS BRAID CLAITH by ROBERT FERGUSSON A MORNING THOUGHT by EDWARD ROWLAND SILL EVOLUTION by JOHN BANISTER TABB THE GLOW-WORM by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE EXILE by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA |