Jackson at his counter packing tea -- Storing little bags away For the rush hours Saturday. On the tea-bins' painted faces Are quaint names and quainter places, And a Geisha waves her fan And allures him to Japan! 'Mid the syrups, soaps and sodas Jackson muses on pagodas, And the tea's pervasive smell Works an opiatic spell On the old clerk's stuffy brain. . . . He goes sailing to Formosa And to Java and Hong Kong; He goes trafficking in Pekoe And Bohea and Oolong! Then a voice, "Six lemons, please, And a pound of English cheese!" Jackson's ship has come to shore In McConnell's grocery store! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VLAMERTINGHE: PASSING THE CHATEAU, JULY 1917 by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN MERCILES BEAUTE; A TRIPLE ROUNDEL: 3. ESCAPE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER IN THE LAND WHERE WE WERE DREAMING by DANIEL BEDINGER LUCAS ON THE SOUL by PUBLIUS AELIUS HADRIANUS AUTUMN: A DIRGE by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE OWL by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS THE EUMENIDES: CHORUS by AESCHYLUS |