Oh, Prue she had a patient man, And Joan a gentle lover, And Agatha's Arth' is a hug-the-hearth, -- But my true love's a rover! Mig, her man's as good as cheese And honest as a briar, Sue tells her love what he's thinking of, -- But my dear lad's a liar! Oh, Sue and Prue and Agatha Are thick with Mig and Joan! They bite their threads and shake their heads And gnaw my name like a bone; And Prue says, "Mine's a patient man, As never snaps me up," And Agatha, "Arth' is a hug-the-hearth, Could live content in a cup;" Sue's man's mind is like a good jell -- All one colour, and clear -- And Mig's no call to think at all What's to come next year, While Joan makes boast of a gentle lad, That's troubled with that and this; -- But they all would give the life they live For a look from the man I kiss! Cold he slants his eyes about, And few enough's his choice, -- Though he'd slip me clean for a nun, or a queen, Or a beggar with knots in her voice, -- And Agatha will turn awake While her good man sleeps sound, And Mig and Sue and Joan and Prue Will hear the clock strike round, For Prue she has a patient man, As asks not when or why, And Mig and Sue have naught to do But peep who's passing by, Joan is paired with a putterer That bastes and tastes and salts, And Agatha's Arth' is a hug-the-hearth, -- But my true love is false! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRING DAY: NIGHT AND SLEEP by AMY LOWELL LANCELOT by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE WANTS OF MAN by JOHN QUINCY ADAMS THE LAMB, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE BRACELET: TO JULIA by ROBERT HERRICK A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 1. 1887 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN DANNY DEEVER by RUDYARD KIPLING |