My heart is like one asked to dine Whose evening dress is up the spout; My heart is like a man would be Whose raging tooth is half pulled out. My heart is like a howling swell Who boggles on his upper C; My heart is madder than all these — My wife's mamma has come to tea. Raise me a bump upon my crown, Bang it till green in purple dies; Feed me on bombs and fulminates, And turncocks of a medium size. Work me a suit in crimson apes And sky-blue beetles on the spree; Because the mother of my wife Has come — and means to stay with me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MILITARY PROGRESS by MARIANNE MOORE PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 29. AL-HAKIM by EDWIN ARNOLD HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 16 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH TWO SKETCHES: 1. H.B. by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING FOURTH BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 4 by THOMAS CAMPION EASTER BRIDAL SONG by ALICE CARY THE CANTERBURY TALES: THE GENERAL PROLOGUE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER |