SHE found, to her horror, that nobody clinches a bargain with persons of less than two inches; and, moreover, that no one, is able or willing to let you a house that would fit on a shilling. And as she remembered the terms of the spell she couldn't consult with a constable. She had sat down to think when, who should pass by but an impudent rag of a tit who chirped, "Why, if you're seeking a nest, and they won't let you take one, don't you act like the rest of us fellows, and make one?" She couldn't ask "Where?" but she saw he had gone along Piccadilly to Kensington. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS ATTEMPTED IN THE MANNER OF CONTEMPORARY WRITERS: 3 by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE LOVE OF GOD by ELIZA SCUDDER YARROW REVISITED by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH SUMMER NIGHT by KENNETH SLADE ALLING |