MY fishmonger told me that soles were most dear: I trembled to hear what he said, For salmon and shrimps 'twas the wrong time of year, So I pitch'd on a @3Beautiful Maid@1. I brought home my beautiful maid, "Here, cook, dress this beautiful maid! Come boil it, don't spoil it, but see it well done, And I'll dine on my beautiful maid!" But an ugly black cat -- I speak it with grief, My delicate tit-bit waylaid, The cook turn'd her back, and the long-whisker'd thief Ran away with my beautiful maid! She claw'd up my beautiful maid! She eloped with my beautiful maid! Oh pussy -- you hussy, oh what have you done, You've eat up my beautiful maid! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SCARLET TANAGER by JOEL BENTON PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 37. AL-HALI by EDWIN ARNOLD EPIGRAM by DECIMUS MAGNUS AUSONIUS PSALM 23 by HENRY WILLIAMS BAKER THE MONEY DIGGERS by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD IN FREIBURG STATION by RUPERT BROOKE |