Let him be sold, I say! Let him be sold, Even while he slumbers at his mother's breast. Why should I tend a thing so bad and bold, A snub-nosed imp, a little scratching pest! I find him always laughing through his tears: He treats his mother badly; won't be tamed, Has baby wings behind him; pries and peers, Behaves unruly, chatters unashamed, -- A shocking monster! Sailor men, this way! Who wants a boy to carry off to sea? Oh dear, he's crying! Come, I'll let you stay Close to the heart of my Zenophile. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON WORDSWORTH by DAVID HARTLEY COLERIDGE THE WILDERNESS TRANSFORMED by PHILIP DODDRIDGE HOLY CHRISTMAS by GEORGE HERBERT SNAKE by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE SHERIDAN'S RIDE [DECEMBER 19, 1864] by THOMAS BUCHANAN READ |