A XYLOGRAPHER started to cross the sea By means of a Xanthic Xebec; But, alas! he sighed for the Zuyder Zee, And feared he was in for a wreck. He tried to smile, but all in vain, Because of a Zygomatic pain; And as for singing, his cheeriest tone Reminded him of a Xylophone -- Or else, when the pain would sharper grow, His notes were as keen as a Zuffolo. And so it is likely he did not find On board Xenodochy to his mind. The fare was poor, and he was sure Xerofphagy he could not endure; Zoophagous surely he was, I aver, This dainty and starving Xylographer. Xylophagous truly he could not be -- No sickly vegetarian he! He'd have blubbered like any old Zeuglodon Had Xerophthalmia not come on. And the end of it was he never again In a Xanthic Xebec went sailing the main. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LANDSCAPE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE RAT by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON FACADE: 7. MADAME MOUSE TROTS by EDITH SITWELL THE PRIVATE OF THE BUFFS; OR, THE BRITISH SOLDIER IN CHINA by FRANCIS HASTINGS CHARLES DOYLE PIED BEAUTY by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE VICTOR AT ANTIETAM [SEPTEMBER 17, 1862] by HERMAN MELVILLE |