I count my pounds as three times two, And five times one, my shillings; Six pounds, five shillings for my Love, To buy a coat with frillings. But as she takes the light and air, So will she take my money; And all the thanks I'll get will be A quiet 'Kiss me, Honey'. And so I will, at such a rate That, long before it's over A deer pursued by fire and wind Shall fly to safer cover! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHILD OF MY HEART by EDWIN MARKHAM THE COCK AND THE FOX, OR THE TALE OF THE NUN'S PRIEST by GEOFFREY CHAUCER OUR CHRIST by HARRY WEBB FARRINGTON THE HERITAGE FOREGONE by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |