My mother was a Mare; My father was, alas, (It pains me to declare), A veritable Ass. With rare exceptions, as a rule, There're no descendants from a Mule -- The simple reason why, no doubt, Some other families die out. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: DANTE (1) by MICHELANGELO BUONARROTI THE FORSAKEN by C. HAMILTON AIDE AT THE FIRESIDE by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS LINES TO MR. WYNCH ON HIS FORTH-FIFTH BIRTHDAY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE BROTHERS OF BIRCHINGTON; A LAY OF ST. THOMAS A BECKET by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |