ENTER my @3first@1 with a studied grace, Conceit in his head, and a smirk on his face; Of fashion he deems himself quite the top, And he's scented like any perfumer's shop; So among the ladies he's surely reckoned, For the evening at least, to be quite my @3second.@1 But oh! what a fall for the brilliant star! A lady's whisper is heard too far: 'Of all the flowers that ever were, The only one I to him compare Is my scentless @3whole,@1 with its gaudy stare.' Not quite rightly spelt, but comparison rare. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BUILDING OF THE SHIP by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW POLWART ON THE GREEN by ALLAN RAMSAY THE WOMAN AND THE ANGEL by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE THE PRAIRIE-GRASS DIVIDING by WALT WHITMAN HERITAGE by THERESA VIRGINIA BEARD THE PIONEER'S FIELD by RICHARD BECK SUBH-I-KAZIB by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |