Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LADY ANNE'S MEDITATIONS DURING DIVINE SERVICE, by MARGARET TOD RITTER
First Line: Suppose I were to bite sir hubert's ear?
Last Line: At sixty one is loath to fall from grace.
Subject(s): Thought; Thinking
Suppose I were to bite Sir Hubert's ear?
Would he turn round and smite me with his sword?
Could anyone who looks so limp and bored
Defend himself? And if he did? Dear, dear,
I want a drink, that means I'll not attend
To any of the service, what a shame
To miss the Bishop's sermon when I came
On purpose not to miss it. I'll pretend
He mumbled, if he asks me. There! I saw
An ant crawl down Monsieur de Goncour's cloak.
What shall I do? Slap? What an awful joke
To rise in church and slap one's son-in-law!
Alas! Alas! I must compose my face;
At sixty one is loath to fall from grace.
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