CAESAR, afloat with his fortunes! And all the world agog Straining its eyes At a thing that lies In the water, like a log! It's a weasel! a whale! I see its tail! It's a porpoise! a pollywog! Tarnation! it's a turtle! And blast my bones and skin, My hearties, sink her, Or else you'll think her A regular terror-pin! The frigate poured a broadside! The bombs they whistled well, But -- hit old Nick With a sugar stick! It did n't phase her shell! Piff, from the creature's larboard -- And dipping along the water A bullet hissed From a wreath of mist Into a Doodle's quarter! Raff, from the creature's starboard -- Rip, from his ugly snorter, And the Congress and The Cumberland Sunk, and nothing -- shorter. Now, here's to you, Virginia, And you are bound to win! By your rate of bobbing round And your way of pitchin' in -- For you are a cross Of the old sea-hoss And a regular terror-pin. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CORPORATE ENTITY by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH THE LONESOME CHILD by KATHERINE MANSFIELD FROM THE AGES WITH A SMILE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TO A FRIEND WRITING ON CABARET DANCERS by EZRA POUND DEMOS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |