Good people all both old and young, I hope you will be easy, While I attempt to sing a song and do my best to please ye, I shall not sing of women's love, neither their angry passions, But I will sing and tell the truth about the styles and fashions. * * * The hair that grows upon their head they're very often trimming, And every day with scented oil they almost have it swimming, So if a man should put his arm around their neck a short while, His coat sleeve would be covered o'er with thick greasy hair oil. * * * It often takes five minutes' time to frame their mouths for talking, It's very strange but yet it's true there's a new style for walking, When they are on a Sunday drest and to the church are making, If you but look you'll see them give their bums a regular shaking. * * * But yet a deal of pride they have, they learn it from their mothers, For when a child begins to walk it's drest as fine as others, And if I say its clothes are short, my wife flies in a passion And tells me to mind my own affairs -- the child is in the fashion. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WORLD AS WILL AND REPRESENTATION' by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE STORY OF THE END OF THE STORY by JAMES GALVIN IN 'DESIGNING A CLOAK TO CLOAK HIS DESIGNS' YOU WRESTED FROM OBLIVION by MARIANNE MOORE THE COMING OF WAR: ACTAEON by EZRA POUND CITY VIGNETTE: RAIN AT NIGHT by SARA TEASDALE |