THEY spoke of Progress spiring round, Of Light and Mrs. Humphry Ward -- It is not true to say I frowned, Or ran about the room and roared; I might have simply sat and snored -- I rose politely in the club And said, "I feel a little bored; Will someone take me to a pub?" The new world's wisest did surround Me; and it pains me to record I did not think their views profound, Or their conclusions well assured; The simple life I can't afford, Besides, I do not like the grub -- I want a mash and sausage, "scored" -- Will someone take me to a pub? I know where Men can still be found, Anger and clamorous accord, And virtues growing from the ground, And fellowship of beer and board, And song, that is a sturdy cord, And hope, that is a hardy shrub, And goodness, that is God's last word -- Will someone take me to a pub? ENVOI Prince, Bayard would have smashed his sword To see the sort of knights you dub -- Is that the last of them -- O Lord! Will someone take me to a pub? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REVIEW by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON VOLUPTAS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON TO J. D. H. (KILLED AT SURREY C. H., OCTOBER, 1866) by SIDNEY LANIER THE BLACK MONKEY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE LANDSCAPE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS GOOD-BYE DOROTHY GAYLE: HOME TO FARGO by KAREN SWENSON |