SUMURUN'S a-coming in: Loudly sing, cuckoo! Take a seat, and have a treat, And sit the evening through: Sing, cuckoo! Carpet-seller has a rose, Where he got it no one knows -- Probably a lady's token: Not a single word is spoken. Hunchback has a most entrancing, Coffee-coloured, always dancing, Damsel; but she goes away: Not a single word to say. Going to a man she loathes, Wearing very little clothes, In a litter closely shuttered: Not a syllable is uttered. Hunchback follows like a hare, Extirpates a guilty pair, Punctuates the aged Sheikh: Nobody's allowed to speak. Not a single word is said, Nearly all the cast is dead; Let us go away to bed: Loudly sing, cuckoo! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...KEEP A-PLUGGING AWAY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR DRINKING SONG (5) by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE A PETITION by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 53. ALLAH-AL-WAKIL by EDWIN ARNOLD THE HWOMESTEAD A-VELL INTO HAND by WILLIAM BARNES FANCY AND IMAGINATION by BERNARD BARTON SONG, FR. A VISION OF GIORGIONE: GEMMA'S SONG ON THE WAY by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |