I'm very fond of fish, And once on Fish Street Hill Of @3sprats@1 I bought a dish, Of pretty Betty Brill. (@3Cries sprats.@1) No @3soul@1 could near her come For skill in gift of gab; And then she was at home With @3flounders@1 to a @3dab.@1 (@3Cries flounders.@1) O Betty Brill, Have you I will, I cried in love's sweet dudgeon. @3Pike@1 off, says she, You don't catch me; For, Joey, I'm no @3gudgeon.@1 The secret soon came out, A rival he came in; Who @3mussels@1 cried about, And @3muzzled@1 me -- don't grin. (@3Cries mussels.@1) | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MEMORY OF THE HEART by DANIEL WEBSTER THE ROYAL CROWN by ISRAEL ABRAHAMS EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 35. PERSEVERE by PHILIP AYRES POLYHYMNIA: VERSES TO LORD NORREYS, SELECTION by WILLIAM BASSE |