ASK me no more: I've had enough Chablis; The wine may come again, and take the shape, From glass to glass, of "Mountain" or of "Cape;" But, my dear boy, when I have answered thee, Ask me no more. Ask me no more: what answer should I give, I love not pickled pork nor partridge pie; I feel if I took whisky I should die! Ask me no more -- for I prefer to live: Ask me no more. Ask me no more: unless my fate is sealed, And I have striven against you all in vain. Let your good butler bring me Hock again: Then rest, dear boy. If for this once I yield, Ask me no more! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A THUNDERSTORM IN TOWN by THOMAS HARDY TO AN UNBORN PAUPER CHILD by THOMAS HARDY SPELT FROM SIBYL'S LEAVES by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE NEW COLOSSUS by EMMA LAZARUS ON A BEAUTIFUL DAY by JOHN STERLING (1806-1844) AGAMEMNON: THE PURPLE CARPER by AESCHYLUS |