Do not rumple my Top-Knot, I'll not be kiss'd to Day; I'll not be hawled and pulled about, Thus on a Holy-day: Then, if your Rudeness you don't leave, No more is to be said: See this long Pin upon my Sleeve, I'll run up to the Head; And, if you rumble my head Gear, I'll give you a good flurt on the Ear. Come upon a Worky-day, When I have my old Clothes on; I shall not be so nice nor Coy, Nor stand so much upon: Then hawl, and pull, and do your best, Yet I shall gentle be: Kiss Hand, and Mouth, and fell my Breast, And tickle to my Knee: I won't be put out of my rode, You shall not rumple my Commode. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITAPH IN A CHURCH-YARD IN CHARLESTON, SOUTH CAROLINA by AMY LOWELL CHILD OF MY HEART by EDWIN MARKHAM GENEVIEVE AND ALEXANDRA (2) by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON DEATH SNIPS PROUD MEN by CARL SANDBURG A DREAM, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 55. ST. VALENTINE'S DAY by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |