"A few Nonsense Verses" sent in a Letter to George Keats. PENSIVE they sit, and roll their languid eyes, Nibble their toast and cool their tea with sighs; Or else forget the purpose of the night, Forget their tea, forget their appetite. See, with cross'd arms they sit--Ah! happy crew, The fire is going out and no one rings For coals, and therefore no coals Betty brings. A fly is in the milk-pot. Must he die Circled by a humane society? No, no; there, Mr. Werter takes his spoon, Inserts it, dips the handle, and lo! soon The little straggler, sav'd from perils dark, Across the teaboard draws a long wet mark. Romeo! Arise, take snuffers by the handle, There's a large cauliflower in each candle. A winding sheet--ah, me! I must away To No. 7, just beyond the circus gay. Alas, my friend, your coat sits very well; Where may your Tailor live? I may not tell. O pardon me. I'm absent now and then. Where might my Tailor live? I say again I cannot tell, let me no more be teazed; He lives in Wapping, might live where he pleased. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ARMS AND THE BOY by WILFRED OWEN A GIRL'S SONG ON HER LOVER, PAIDIN RUADH by CHARLES BEWLEY IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: HOW SHALL I BUILD by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT EXTRACTS FROM THE RUBAIYAT OF OMAR CAYENNE by FRANK GELETT BURGESS |