Dear John, I am moved by the course of events To write you a neighborly line, Which I hope you won't think is at all a defence Of a recent refusal of mine. I know that you feel that I ought to come in And sit in that Genoa game; "There's Sam," you remark, "simply loaded with tin! Why, the money he's got is a shame!" Well, I'll have to admit there's some sting in that slap, And I do feel at times rather blue, To think that the job of re-vising the map, Should be borne so exclusive by you. But, John, as you know, this here Europe is not What you might call a piece of my land, And though its condition, of course, means a lot, Still, I've got my own troubles on hand. And when I observe how you shifted the buck To Ireland, and what a hooray They raised at the wonderful turn in their luck And then, when I see 'em to-day! -- Though I know there ain't no sort of shadow of blame On you, still, when such things I see, Well, John, I'm plumb scared to come into your game. Gosh! just think what you @3might@1 hand to me! But when you get through and the gang says goodnight If you need any comfort at all, Well, I guess you know where you can find it all right, And you won't have to wait in the hall. Our cellars have run sort of dry, I confess, But we still have a glass for a pal. And some wine that you'll find kind of tasty, I guess; It's this here, now, Entente Cordiale. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONGS OF INNOCENCE: INTRODUCTION by WILLIAM BLAKE THE PHILOSOPHER by EMILY JANE BRONTE |