MY fishmonger told me that soles were most dear: I trembled to hear what he said, For salmon and shrimps 'twas the wrong time of year, So I pitch'd on a @3Beautiful Maid@1. I brought home my beautiful maid, "Here, cook, dress this beautiful maid! Come boil it, don't spoil it, but see it well done, And I'll dine on my beautiful maid!" But an ugly black cat -- I speak it with grief, My delicate tit-bit waylaid, The cook turn'd her back, and the long-whisker'd thief Ran away with my beautiful maid! She claw'd up my beautiful maid! She eloped with my beautiful maid! Oh pussy -- you hussy, oh what have you done, You've eat up my beautiful maid! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BRONCHO THAT WOULD NOT BE BROKEN by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY ELEGY BEFORE DEATH by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE LOWEST PLACE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE MORAL WARFARE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER STEAMBOATS, VIADUCTS, AND RAILWAYS by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH AT A COWBOY DANCE by JAMES BARTON ADAMS THE PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION; A POEM. ENLARGED VERSION: BOOK 3 by MARK AKENSIDE |