O spare a tear for poor Tom Hood, Who, dazed by death, here lies; His days abridged, he sighs across The Bridge of Utmost Size. His @3penchant@1 was for punning rhymes (Some lengthy, others — shorties); But though his @3forte@1 was his life, He died within his forties. The Muses cried: 'To you we give The crown of rhymester's bay, Thos.' Thos mused and thought that it might pay To ladle out the pay-thos. He spun the gold yet tangled yarn Of sad Miss Kilmansegg; And told how destiny contrived To take her down a peg. But now the weary toils of death Have closed his rhyming toil, And charged this very vital spark To jump his mortal coil. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A PORTRAIT by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS SATIRE: 1. TO JOHN POYNZ (POINS) by THOMAS WYATT A SONG OF PROGRESS by ALEXANDER ANDERSON EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 31. 'TIS YIELDING GAINS THE LOVER VICTORY by PHILIP AYRES DICTATOR by KATHARINE BROWN BURT ATTIDUDINIST by JACQUES GEORGES CLEMENCEAU LE CLERQ |