CONSIDER, then, the flatterer's profession: There is no jollier trade, nor like to be, No easier money, -- if you have the flair. Your artists are laborious, touchy folk; Your farmers never safe from speculation; Everywhere it's the same, -- care and hard work! Ours is a merry, comfortable life; There's nothing to it, all the work is play, -- A hearty laugh, a jibe or two, long drinks, -- Second to none, say I, unless you're rich. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FLANNAN ISLE by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON FOR DECORATION DAY: 1898-1899 by RUPERT HUGHES MARCHING (AS SEEN FROM THE LEFT FILE) by ISAAC ROSENBERG REMINDER by INDRAN AMIRTHANAYAGAM TO JOHN DRYDEN, ESQ.; POET LAUREATE AND HISTOGRAPHER ROYAL by PHILIP AYRES AUTUMN SONG by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |