THERE was a man who made a map Of all you see at night; He made the moon and all the stars And comets in their flight. He worked for twenty years or more And extra ink he bought, And then he mapped the Milky Way As sort of an afterthought. I read the story to Margaret, She said that it must be true, For she herself could draw a map Of Ocean avenue. She made a dot for Prospect Park, A blot for Sheepshead Bay, And then she ruled a line between To show the right of way. It took her just five minutes just, But I have my private fears, That it isn't quite up to the moon-man's map, For it never took twenty years. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SIMON THE CYRENIAN SPEAKS by COUNTEE CULLEN DOROTHY Q; A FAMILY PORTRAIT by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE GHOSTS OF THE BUFFALOES by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY WITH A GUITAR, TO JANE by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY PRELUDE by JOHN MILLINGTON SYNGE TIPPERARY: 2. AS THE TRANSLATORS WOULD HAVE INTERLINED IT . . . by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS WOO NOT THE WORLD by MUHAMMAD AL-MU'TAMID II NUPTIAL ODE ON THE MARRIAGE OF HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS THE PRINCE OF WALES by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN |