Do not rumple my Top-Knot, I'll not be kiss'd to Day; I'll not be hawled and pulled about, Thus on a Holy-day: Then, if your Rudeness you don't leave, No more is to be said: See this long Pin upon my Sleeve, I'll run up to the Head; And, if you rumble my head Gear, I'll give you a good flurt on the Ear. Come upon a Worky-day, When I have my old Clothes on; I shall not be so nice nor Coy, Nor stand so much upon: Then hawl, and pull, and do your best, Yet I shall gentle be: Kiss Hand, and Mouth, and fell my Breast, And tickle to my Knee: I won't be put out of my rode, You shall not rumple my Commode. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MOTHER EARTH by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE ROSY BOSOM'D HOURS by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE HEARTH SONG by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON FOUR EPISTLES: MIRACLE AT THE FEAST OF PENTECOST: 2 by JOHN BYROM CRUCIFIXUS PRO NOBIS: 2. CHRIST IN THE GARDEN by PATRICK CAREY |