Come swish around, my pretty punk, And keep me dancing still That I may stay a sober man Although I drink my fill. Sobriety is a jewel That I do much adore; And therefore keep me dancing Though drunkards lie and snore. O mind your feet, O mind your feet, Keep dancing like a wave, And under every dancer A dead man in his grave. No ups and downs, my pretty, A mermaid, not a punk; A drunkard is a dead man, And all dead men are drunk. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: 13. TO MR. H. LAWES, ON HIS AIRS by JOHN MILTON SONNET TO NICHOLAS BLACKLEECH OF GRAYES INNE by RICHARD BARNFIELD SONNET TO A FRIEND by BERNARD BARTON THESE TIMES by GERTRUDE RYDER BENNETT THE FABRIC by GAMALIEL BRADFORD HYMN 6. ERYSICHTHON by CALLIMACHUS A SONG OF SYRINX by PATRICK REGINALD CHALMERS |