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...THE SNOW-STORM by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE PRESENT CRISIS by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL WINTER WATER by KENNETH SLADE ALLING NEIGHBOR NELLY by ROBERT BARNABAS BROUGH SONG OF THE COLONISTS DEPARTING FOR NEW ZEALAND by THOMAS CAMPBELL BEARING MYRRH by ROBERTA ROBERSON CHILDERS WAITING ON THE QUAY by EVA HAMMOND CHURCHILL |