Look, little house, I am laughing at you, With your poor little kitchen all in blue, And your fireplace, and easy chair, Your warmth and coziness in the air. And your fat red chimney against the sky. Oh, little house, you told a lie! You promised me things that never came true, And so, little house, I'm laughing at you. (I always shed tears when I laugh, you see, At the comical trick you played on me.) | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PRELUDE; FOR GEOFFREY GORER by EDITH SITWELL AN ENGLISH MOTHER by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON LOUISA MAY ALCOTT by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1885 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 2. TO SLEEP by MARK AKENSIDE RIDDLE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SONNET (2) by JOACHIM DU BELLAY |