IV I KNEW a black beetle, who lived down a drain, And friendly he was though his manners were plain; When I took a bath he would come up the pipe, And together we'd wash and together we'd wipe. Though mother would sometimes protest with a sneer That my choice of a tub-mate was wanton and queer, A nicer companion I never have seen: He bathed every night, so he must have been clean. Whenever he heard the tap splash in the tub He'd dash up the drain-pipe and wait for a scrub, And often, so fond of ablution was he, I'd find him there floating and waiting for me. But nurse has done something that seems a great shame: She saw him there, waiting, prepared for a game: She turned on the hot and she scalded him sore And he'll never come bathing with me any more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 8 by THOMAS CAMPION THE LEAK IN THE DIKE; A STORY OF HOLLAND by PHOEBE CARY THE RUNES ON WELAND'S SWORD by RUDYARD KIPLING LAYS OF FRANCE: SONG (2) by MARIE DE FRANCE SONNET: 71 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE VERS LIBRE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS TO ATHENA by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE FRIAR JEROME'S BEAUTIFUL BOOK; A.D. 1200 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |