If some one's head's not very bright, At least the owner bears no malice. Who was it pulled my nose last night, And begged an interview at Calais? The quarrel was not much, I think, For such a deadly arbitration: Some joke about the missing link— And all the rest inebriation. In vino veritas! which means A man's a very ass in liquor; The "thief that slowly steals our brains" Makes nothing but the temper quicker. Next morning brings a train of woes, But finds the passions much sedater. ... Who was it, now, that pulled my nose?— I'd better ring and ask the waiter. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER A VISIT by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR ANTONIO by LAURA ELIZABETH HOWE RICHARDS EVE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE MULBERRY GARDEN: CHILD AND MAIDEN by CHARLES SEDLEY ATTUNED by JULIEN AUGUSTE PELAGE BRIZEUX |