Another fowl had gone the way That turkeys go, Thanksgiving Day; In ruins lay the pumpkin pie, The foaming cider-jug was dry. The merry guests had left their chairs, The old in groups, the young in pairs, And Mark and Prue (if one might look) Were safe within the ingle-nook. And Mark and Prue agreed to break A wishbone, just for friendship's sake -- A wishbone, smooth and polished bright As best befits the magic rite. Each wished a wish in undertone; With thumbs close-pressed they snapped the bone -- And none but Mark heard Prudence laugh Because she held the larger half; And only Prudence knew how dark And hopeless grew the face of Mark. "Why, Mark!" cried Prue; "since Time began Who ever saw a six-foot man "Become so glum and vaporish Because he'd lost a silly wish!" "Yes, laugh!" groaned Mark, "for @3you@1 have won! I've lost all joy beneath the sun "And all the hope I had in life -- I wished that Prue should be my wife." She frowned, and then she smiled instead, And then she tossed her curly head And laughed outright, that shameless Prue, "Oh, never mind! I wished that, too!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ADVICE by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES BALLAD by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR TO THE UNKNOWN EROS: BOOK 1: 10. THE TOYS by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE THE MEDITATION OF THE OLD FISHERMAN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS PSALM 1 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE THREE SAD SHEPPARDESSES, GOE TO A LITTLE TABLE, WHERE THEY SINGE by ELIZABETH BRACKLEY |