BOBBIE BURNS and Bobbie Browning, They're the boys I'd like to see. Though I'm not the boy for Bobbie, Bobbie is the boy for me! Bobbie Browning was the good boy; Turned the language inside out, Wrote his plays and had his days, Died -- and held his peace, no doubt. Poor North Bobbie was the bad boy,-- Bad, bad, bad, bad Bobbie Burns! Loved and made the world his lover, Kissed and barleycorned by turns. London's dweller, child of wisdom, Kept his counsel, took his toll; Ayrshire's vagrant paid the piper, Lost the game -- God save his soul! Bobbie Burns and Bobbie Browning, What's the difference, you see? Bob the lover, Bob the lawyer; Bobbie is the boy for me! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESTIC SONG by DAVID IGNATOW HIS REQUEST TO JULIA by ROBERT HERRICK HEATHER ALE: A GALLOWAY LEGEND by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON ONE SHORT HOUR by RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH THE LION'S SKELETON by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER AN EARNEST SUIT [TO HIS UNKIND MISTRESS NOT TO FORESAKE HIM] by THOMAS WYATT ON A LETTER: 1 by MATHILDE BLIND |