WHEN that old joke was new, It was not hard to joke, And puns we now pooh-pooh, Great laughter would provoke. True wit was seldom heard, And humor shown by few, When reign'd King George the Third, And that old joke was new. It passed indeed for wit, Did this achievement rare, When down your friend would sit, To steal away his chair. You brought him to the floor, You bruised him black and blue, And this would cause a roar, When your old joke was new. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ARABIAN SHAWL by KATHERINE MANSFIELD DREAMS by CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER DOWN THE MISSISSIPPI: 2. HEAT by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER THE FIGHT OF THE ARMSTRONG PRIVATEER by JAMES JEFFREY ROCHE IMAGES: 6 by RICHARD ALDINGTON THE REPLY OF Q. HORATIUS FLACCUS TO A ROMAN 'ROUND-ROBIN' by ALFRED AUSTIN |