I count my pounds as three times two, And five times one, my shillings; Six pounds, five shillings for my Love, To buy a coat with frillings. But as she takes the light and air, So will she take my money; And all the thanks I'll get will be A quiet 'Kiss me, Honey'. And so I will, at such a rate That, long before it's over A deer pursued by fire and wind Shall fly to safer cover! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A WATERFOWL by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT ON RECEIVING [THE FIRST] NEWS OF THE WAR by ISAAC ROSENBERG VANITAS VANITATUM, FR. THE DEVIL'S CASE LAW by JOHN WEBSTER THE LAY OF THE LOVER'S FRIEND by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN A WEATHER PROPHET by JANE BARLOW THE COMPLAINT OF POETIE, FOR THE DEATH OF LIBERALITE by RICHARD BARNFIELD |