My stock has gone down and my tailor has sent To request that I settle my bill; My landlady asks with a frown for her rent, And there isn't a cent in the till. The governor storms and my mother's in tears; There's a coldness betwixt me and Nell, But I'm utterly dead to regrets and to fears, For my meerschaum is colouring well. At first I had fears of what looked like a crack, And my breath came in gasps of alarm, But oh, how the joy of my heart flooded back When I found that 'twas nothing to harm. And so ever since I have nursed it with care, With thrills that my heart cannot quell, And I've bored all my friends to relate the affair That my meerschaum is colouring well. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINES ON CARMEN SYLVA by EMMA LAZARUS MORNING IN CAMP by HERBERT BASHFORD THE NIGHTINGALE; A CONVERSATION POEM by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE CHRISMUS ON THE PLANTATION by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR UPON THE LATE LAMENTABLE ACCIDENT OF FIRE ... by JOHN ALLISON (1645-1683) LETHE. A BALLAD by JAMES HAY BEATTIE A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 27 by THOMAS CAMPION |