I DON'T appwove this hawid waw; Those dweadful bannahs hawt my eyes; And guns and dwums are such a baw, -- Why don't the pawties compwamise? Of cawce, the twoilet has its chawms; But why must all the vulgah cwowd Pawsist in spawting unifawms, In cullahs so extwemely loud? And then the ladies, pwecious deahs! -- I mawk the change on ev'wy bwow; Bai Jove! I weally have my feahs They wathah like the hawid wow! To heah the chawming cweatures talk, Like patwons of the bloody wing, Of waw and all its dawty wawk, -- It doesn't seem a pwappah thing! I called at Mrs. Gweene's last night, To see her niece, Miss Mawy Hertz, And found her making -- cwushing sight! -- The weddest kind of flannel shirts! Of cawce, I wose, and sought the daw, With fawyah flashing from my eyes! I can't appwove this hawid waw; -- Why don't the pawties compwamise? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOLY THURSDAY, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE A DEPOSITION FROM LOVE by THOMAS CAREW THE LAST LEAF by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES A WORD TO THE WEST END by THOMAS ASHE A SALON SCENE by ANTON ALEXANDER VON AUERSPERG NAPOLEON'S TOMB by DANA BURNET |