IF EVER, as I struck thy strings, I've sounded one enduring note, Let me, O Lyre, think up some things That folks will simply have to quote. A Lesbian lyrist owned thee once; He used to sing a lot, he did, Of dames and demijohns and stunts Like that. He was the Tuneful Kid. Help me, mine ancient ukulele, Sing songs of sorrow and of joy, Such as, composed and printed daily, Will make the public yell, "Oh, @3boy!@1" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I KNOW, I REMEMBER, BUT HOW CAN I HELP YOU by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE IMPORTANCE OF GREEN by JAMES GALVIN STREET CRIES: 6. TO RICHARD WAGNER by SIDNEY LANIER TO BAYARD TAYLOR by SIDNEY LANIER FETES GALANTES: ROMANCES SANS PAROLE, SELECTION by PAUL VERLAINE DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: SIBYLLA'S DIRGE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |