The thresher Duck could o'er the Queen prevail. The proverb says, 'No fence against a flail.' From threshing corn, he turns to thresh his brains; For which Her Majesty allows him grains. Though 'tis confessed that those who ever saw His poems, think them all not worth a straw. Thrice happy Duck, employed in threshing stubble! Thy toil is lessened, and thy profits double. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MR. HOUSMAN'S MESSAGE by EZRA POUND A BIRTHDAY by LOUIS UNTERMEYER NOCTURNAL SKETCH; BLANK VERSE IN RHYME by THOMAS HOOD THE BONNIE BLUE FLAG by ANNIE CHAMBERS KETCHUM ON THE BUILDING OF SPRINGFIELD by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY |