BOUNCING Bess, discoursing free, Owned, with wondrous meekness, Just one fault (what could it be?) One peculiar weakness; She in candor must confess Nature failed to send her Woman's usual tenderness Toward the other gender. Foolish Bessie! -- thus to tell; Had she not confessed it, Not a man who knows her well Ever would have guessed it! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY BOY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON STANZAS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON AN EPISTLE TO CURIO by MARK AKENSIDE |