I am a man, I fear no can For I am strong and free; And I can eat the absecons And fish food from the sea. I defy pain, nor fear ptomaine, All food tastes good to me; I revel by the festive board In wanton luxury. Ripe olives are a great delight, I pile their pits up high, And lobsters are my special joy— I never pass them by. Turkey with dressing, cranberries, Raw oysters or a fry, And when I can no longer eat— Give me an ice cream pie. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SHELLEY'S SKYLARK by THOMAS HARDY THE BUGLER'S FIRST COMMUNION by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 20 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI FRIENDSHIP; A SONNET by ALFRED TENNYSON |