Jackson at his counter packing tea -- Storing little bags away For the rush hours Saturday. On the tea-bins' painted faces Are quaint names and quainter places, And a Geisha waves her fan And allures him to Japan! 'Mid the syrups, soaps and sodas Jackson muses on pagodas, And the tea's pervasive smell Works an opiatic spell On the old clerk's stuffy brain. . . . He goes sailing to Formosa And to Java and Hong Kong; He goes trafficking in Pekoe And Bohea and Oolong! Then a voice, "Six lemons, please, And a pound of English cheese!" Jackson's ship has come to shore In McConnell's grocery store! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FRIEND OF HUMANITY AND THE KNIFE-GRINDER by GEORGE CANNING THE FALLEN STAR by GEORGE DARLEY Γενεθλιακον by JOSEPH BEAUMONT NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 21 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE DARK OF THE MOON by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE OSWEGO LAKE by MARGARET BRADSHAW THE WANDERER: PROLOGUE. PART 2 by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |