'Twas but a month ago to-day, 'Twixt the old year and the new, I laid my pipe and pouch away, No more to smoke or chew; To round my resolutions fair, And from all vices sever, I vowed I never more would swear, Not even hardly ever. I felt so lonesome-like, anon, While pining for a smoke, That, brooding all my grief upon, An oath was almost spoke; An oath! When I had just forsworn All words that vicious be! Nay, rather than be tempted more, Return, O pipe, to me! And pondering on the habit vile That threatened moral ruin, I drifted with a bitter smile Back to my pouch and chewin'; So, of my resolutions, two Have vanished in the air, The third shall stick my lifetime through, For, ——— me, I'll not swear. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DUNS SCOTUS'S OXFORD by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 124 by ALFRED TENNYSON CHARLES EDWARD AT VERSAILLES ON THE ANNIVERSARY OF CULLODEN by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN THIS IS THE END by JEAN DE BOSSCHERE A SPECK ON THE DOT by BERTON BRALEY |