A XYLOGRAPHER started to cross the sea By means of a Xanthic Xebec; But, alas! he sighed for the Zuyder Zee, And feared he was in for a wreck. He tried to smile, but all in vain, Because of a Zygomatic pain; And as for singing, his cheeriest tone Reminded him of a Xylophone -- Or else, when the pain would sharper grow, His notes were as keen as a Zuffolo. And so it is likely he did not find On board Xenodochy to his mind. The fare was poor, and he was sure Xerofphagy he could not endure; Zoophagous surely he was, I aver, This dainty and starving Xylographer. Xylophagous truly he could not be -- No sickly vegetarian he! He'd have blubbered like any old Zeuglodon Had Xerophthalmia not come on. And the end of it was he never again In a Xanthic Xebec went sailing the main. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GOODLY SONG by PAUL VERLAINE ELEGY: 9. THE AUTUMNAL [BEAUTY] by JOHN DONNE CONSECRATION HYMN by FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL LOVE'S YOUNG DREAM by THOMAS MOORE INDIAN SUMMER (2) by JOHN BANISTER TABB THEN AND NOW by JEAN JACQUES ANTOINE AMPERE SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 37. NAPOLEON AT ST. HELENA by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |