With ruby eyes a-peer the devil, all night long, stalks squeaking mice to spear upon his little prong. A million mice so fat he bags ere dawn is pale. They sizzle in a vat, stirred by his red-hot tail. He gives the broth thereof to lovers impolite, who, fondling day and night, publish abroad their love. When they their hearts disgorge into the vat, until it's o'er-brimming, in his forge he shapes them into skillets. Skillets that he employs, tied to his greenish tail, to make a noise, a noise, all night long in the gale. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 30 by JAMES JOYCE A SENSE OF DIRECTION by KAREN SWENSON THE BIRDS: THE BUILDING OF CLOUDCUCKOOCITY by ARISTOPHANES CONTENT; WRITTEN OFF ITHACA by ALFRED AUSTIN PROLOGUE. INTENDED FOR A DRAMATIC PIECE OF KING EDWARD THE FOURTH by WILLIAM BLAKE |