Dear John, I am moved by the course of events To write you a neighborly line, Which I hope you won't think is at all a defence Of a recent refusal of mine. I know that you feel that I ought to come in And sit in that Genoa game; "There's Sam," you remark, "simply loaded with tin! Why, the money he's got is a shame!" Well, I'll have to admit there's some sting in that slap, And I do feel at times rather blue, To think that the job of re-vising the map, Should be borne so exclusive by you. But, John, as you know, this here Europe is not What you might call a piece of my land, And though its condition, of course, means a lot, Still, I've got my own troubles on hand. And when I observe how you shifted the buck To Ireland, and what a hooray They raised at the wonderful turn in their luck And then, when I see 'em to-day! -- Though I know there ain't no sort of shadow of blame On you, still, when such things I see, Well, John, I'm plumb scared to come into your game. Gosh! just think what you @3might@1 hand to me! But when you get through and the gang says goodnight If you need any comfort at all, Well, I guess you know where you can find it all right, And you won't have to wait in the hall. Our cellars have run sort of dry, I confess, But we still have a glass for a pal. And some wine that you'll find kind of tasty, I guess; It's this here, now, Entente Cordiale. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPISTLE TO MR. MURRAY by GEORGE GORDON BYRON STANZAS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON SONNET TO THE AUTUMNAL MOON by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE BABY, FR. AT THE BACK OF THE NORTH WIND by GEORGE MACDONALD THE RABBIT by ELIZABETH MADOX ROBERTS BOY BRITTAN [FEBRUARY 8, 1862] by BYRON FORCEYTHE WILLSON ECHO SONG by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH WE'LL GO NO MORE THE WOODLAND WAY by THEODORE FAULLAIN DE BANVILLE |