I MET a man of ninety-three Who took my hand in his, He took my hand and shook my hand And gave my wife a kiss; "You've married the pride of Westmoreland" He said, and he looked his fill -- But a hearty man of ninety-three May kiss whomever he will. There's a deal of truth and wisdom too In a man of ninety-three, Yet I did not need an aged man To find the maid for me; When I married the pride of Westmoreland Youth's wisdom did not floor me -- I took my pick in Kendal town Like Harry the Eighth before me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FACADE: 7. MADAME MOUSE TROTS by EDITH SITWELL NON SUM QUALIS ERAM BONAE SUB REGNO CYNARAE by ERNEST CHRISTOPHER DOWSON THE BIGLOW PAPERS: 6. THE PIOUS EDITOR'S CREED by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL BOOKS ET VERITAS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET PSALM 20. EXAUDIAT TE DEUS by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE SORDELLO: BOOK 4 by ROBERT BROWNING THE DAY; NOVEMBER 11, 1918 by WITTER BYNNER SIDNEY'S ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: CANTO SECUNDO. LOVE'S PILGRIMS by THOMAS CAMPION |