Room, room for a blade of the town That takes delight in roaring, And daily rambles up and down, And at night in the street lies snoring: That for the noble name of Spark Dares his companions rally; Commits an outrage in the dark, Then slinks into an alley. To every female that he meets He swears he bears affection, Defies all laws, arrests, and 'cheats, By the help of a kind protection. Then he, intending further wrongs, By some resenting cully Is decently run through the lungs, And there's an end of bully. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BUGLER'S FIRST COMMUNION by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS ROBIN HOOD, TO A FRIEND by JOHN KEATS MY MADONNA by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE THE SEAMY SIDE OF MOTLEY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS GRISELDA: CHAPTER 4 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT A MOCKING-BIRD by WITTER BYNNER A COMMENT ON COMMENT IN GENERAL CONFESSION OF SINS, IN CHURCH LITURGY by JOHN BYROM |