My landlord has a little pad Can amble for a mile or so; Just fit for bum of ancient dad, What horse one mile can better go? But add a second to the first, He straight begins to change his gait; No horse than Ball can be more cursed; Beware, old landlord, of your seat. Thus like my landlord's little horse, You the first mile of life did run, With ease could amble in discourse; But when you writ, you were undone. Now, Ball and Tommy, pause a while And mark what I indite: You Ball shall only ride a mile; You Tommy cease to write. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE POET'S BRIDAL DAY SONG by ALLAN CUNNINGHAM MORAL ESSAYS: EPISTLE 4. TO RICHARD BOYLE, EARL BURLINGTON by ALEXANDER POPE THE GRANDMOTHER'S APOLOGY by ALFRED TENNYSON A PRAYER, LIVING AND DYING by AUGUSTUS MONTAGUE TOPLADY DICING by AGATHIAS SCHOLASTICUS ECHO by AULUS LICINIUS ARCHIAS |