GOOD pastry is vended In Cité Fadette; @3Maison Pons@1 can make splendid @3Brioche@1 and @3galette. M'sieu Pons@1 is so fat that He's laid on the shelf; @3Madame@1 had a Cat that Was fat as herself. Long hair, soft as satin, A musical purr, 'Gainst the window she'd flatten Her delicate fur. I drove Lou to see what Our neighbours were at, In rapture, cried she, "What An exquisite cat! "What whiskers! She's purring All over. Regale Our eyes, @3Puss,@1 by stirring Thy feathery tail! "@3M'sieu Pons,@1 will you sell her?" "@3Ma femme est sortie,@1 Your offer I'll tell her; But will she?" says he. Yet @3Pons@1 was persuaded To part with the prize: (Our bargain was aided, My Lou, by your eyes!) From his @3légitime@1 save him,— @3My@1 spouse I prefer, For I warrant @3his@1 gave him @3Un mauvais quart d'heure.@1 I am giving a pleasant Grimalkin to Lou, —Ah, @3Puss,@1 what a present I'm giving to you! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OCTOROON by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON WHY I LOVE HER by ALEXANDER BROME A MOMENT by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE FLOWERS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW ONLY WAITING by FRANCES LAUGHTON MACE THE FAMILY MAN by JOHN GODFREY SAXE RID OF HIS ENGINE by ALEXANDER ANDERSON SONGS OF NIGHT TO MORNING: 2. AND YET by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |