A WEALTHY old fellow whose table was bare Of meats that were less than a week or two old, One day, when a friend was invited to share A remnant of mutton both scraggy and cold, Inquired of his guest how to manage his ice, And where should he keep it? "Why, keep it, by Jove!" Retorted the friend, "since you ask my advice, -- Keep your ice in your kitchen -- shut up in your stove!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FUNERAL HYMN by LOUIS UNTERMEYER OF A FAIR LADY PLAYING WITH A SNAKE by EDMUND WALLER THE CANDLE by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM THE BLASPHEMER'S WARNING; A LAY OF ST. ROMWOLD by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM ELIJAH AND THE PRIESTS OF BAAL: IN A TIME OF FAMINE by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |