To you whom last I saw absorbing lunch ('Twas at the Cheshire Cheese, O princely gleeman!), To you, sagacious editor of @3Punch@1, In point of fact, to you, Sir Owen Seaman, I tune my dulcimer; for you is blown My plaintive saxophone. Yet can you prize a meagre serenade When every week you have your Charivari? Who marks another star, but feebly rayed, When all his sky is gloriously starry? But though you want no medals, anyhow I'll pin one on you now: Because you knew your task -- to hearten men For griefs that were and griefs to come thereafter. When all the world went mad, you proved again The saving sanity of valiant laughter And reared against the tyrannies of earth Indomitable mirth. Besides, what edifying lights you throw On Uncle Sam, his nephews and his nieces! What curious Americans you know! They constitute an unfamiliar species Whose habitat is England; for, it's queer, We never meet them here. Their speech is odd; to us it's heathen Greek. They swagger so! they strike fantastic poses. Their slang is weird and shamefully antique. They brag profusely, always through their noses, And drawl persistently, in joy or stress, "I reckon," or "I guess." Enough of that. What difference does it make! For when did brother fail to mock at brother? Then let us mock for old acquaintance' sake And have our quips and flings at one another; And while we laugh, "What fools @3we@1 mortals be!" Let's emphasize the "@3we@1" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SWEET CLOVER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS A WARRIOR'S PRAYER by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR PALINGENESIS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW AMORETTI: 65 by EDMUND SPENSER ITYLUS by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): HYLAS by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS THE PASSING YEAR by MATHILDE BLIND THE GOLDEN ODES OF PRE-ISLAMIC ARABIA: ZOHEYR by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |