'TIS pleasant, when we've absent friends, Sometimes to hob and knob 'em With Memory's glass -- at such a pass Remember me at Cobham! Have pigs you will, and sometimes kill, But if you sigh and sob 'em, And cannot eat your home-grown meat, Remember me at Cobham! Of hen and cock you'll have a stock, And death will oft unthrob 'em, -- A country chick is good to pick -- Remember me at Cobham! Some orchard trees of course you'll lease, And boys will sometimes rob 'em, A friend (you know) before a foe -- Remember me at Cobham! You'll sometimes have wax-lighted rooms, And friends of course to mob 'em, Should you be short of such a sort, Remember me at Cobham! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO TWO UNKNOWN LADIES by AMY LOWELL THE FEMALE CONVICT by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON EXCELSIOR by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW BLUE CANTON-WARE by SARAH A. ATHEARN THE GIFT by ALICE EWING BLACKWELL LOUISBERG SQUARE by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE |