He lived at Dingle Bank --he did; -- He lived at Dingle Bank; And in his garden was one Quail, Four tulips, and a Tank: And from his windows he could see The otion and the River Dee. His house stood on a Cliff, --it did, Its aspic it was cool; And many thousand little boys Resorted to his school, Where if of progress they could boast He gave them heaps of buttered toast. But he grew rabid-wroth, he did, If they neglected books, And dragged them to adjacent cliffs With beastly Button Hooks, And there with fatuous glee he threw Them down into the otion blue And in the sea they swam, they did, -- All playfully about, And some eventually became Sponges or speckled trout: -- But Liverpool doth all bewail Their Fate; likewise his Garden Quail. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GROWING OLD by FRANCIS LEDWIDGE THE LOVE OF GOD by ELIZA SCUDDER CRY WOE, WOE, AND LET THE GOOD PREVAIL, FR. AGAMEMNON by AESCHYLUS FAMILIAR EPISTLE TO A LITTLE BOY by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM THE FOUNTAIN OF PITY by HENRY BATAILLE |