I HAD a little wife, The prettiest ever seen; She washed up the dishes, And kept the house clean. She went to the mill To fetch me some flour, And always got home In less than an hour. She baked me my bread, She brewed me my ale, She sat by the fire And told many a fine tale. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1878 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE OLD LOBSTERMAN by JOHN TOWNSEND TROWBRIDGE SONG OF SLAVES IN THE DESERT by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER MOONRISE AT SEA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SONNET: YE POETS by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 107. THE SUBLIME: 2 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |