WHEN that old joke was new, It was not hard to joke, And puns we now pooh-pooh, Great laughter would provoke. True wit was seldom heard, And humor shown by few, When reign'd King George the Third, And that old joke was new. It passed indeed for wit, Did this achievement rare, When down your friend would sit, To steal away his chair. You brought him to the floor, You bruised him black and blue, And this would cause a roar, When your old joke was new. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE AEOLIAN HARP; AT THE SURF INN by HERMAN MELVILLE THE CORAL GROVE by JAMES GATES PERCIVAL A ROCKING HYMN by GEORGE WITHER PERFECT WOMAN by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH MY LITTLE GARDEN by GWENDOLEN ALLEN HINDOO FUNERAL SONG by EDWIN ARNOLD WHO WON THE DAY by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |