MRS. WILMOT sate scribbling a play, Mr. Sotheby sate sweating behind her; But what are all these to the Lay Of Gally i. o. the Grinder? Gally i. o. i. o., etc. I bought me some books tother day, And sent them down stairs to the binder; But the Pastry Cook carried away My Gally i. o. the Grinder. Gally i. o. i. o., etc. I wanted to kindle my taper, And call'd to the Maid to remind her; And what should she bring me for paper But Gally i. o. the Grinder. Gally i. o. i. o. Among my researches for EASE I went where one's certain to find her: The first thing by her throne that one sees Is Gally i. o. the Grinder. Gally i. o. i. o. Away with old Homer the blind -- I'll show you a poet that's blinder: You may see him whene'er you've a mind In Gally i. o. the Grinder. Gally i. o. i. o., etc. Blindfold he runs groping for fame, And hardly knows where he will find her: She don't seem to take to the name Of Gally i. o. the Grinder. Gally i. o. i. o., etc. Yet Critics have been very kind, And Mamma and his friends have been kinder; But the greatest of Glory's behind For Gally i. o. the Grinder. Gally i. o. i. o. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FELICIA HEMANS by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON SOJOURN IN THE WHALE by MARIANNE MOORE THE MORAL FABLES: THE SHEEP AND THE DOG by AESOP TO MY DEAR AND MOST WORTHY FRIEND, MR. IZAAK WALTON by CHARLES COTTON THE NEWSPAPER by GEORGE CRABBE |