Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ODV; FULL ACCOUNT OF THE FATE OF ABRAHAM ISAACS OF IVY LANE, by ANONYMOUS First Line: "true 'tis p t, and p t 'tis, 'tis true" Last Line: An s a unto death Subject(s): Alphabets;death;fate;sin; "dead, The;destiny; | ||||||||
"True 'tis P T, and P T 'tis, 'tis true." IN I V Lane, of C T fame, There lived a man D C, And A B I 6 was his name, Now mark his history. Long time his conduct free from blame Did merit L O G, Until an evil spirit came In the shape of O D V. "O! that a man into his mouth Should put an N M E To steal away his brains" -- no drouth Such course from sin may free. Well, A B drank, the O T loon! And learned to swear, sans ruth; And then he gamed, and U Z soon To D V 8 from truth. An hourly glass with him was play, He'd swallow that with phlegm; Judge what he'd M T in a day, "X P D Herculem." Of virtue none to sots, I trow, With F E K C prate; And 0 of N R G could now From A B M N 8. Who on strong liquor badly dote, Soon poverty must know; Thus A B in a C D coat Was shortly forced to go. From poverty D C T he caught, And cheated not A F U, For what he purchased paying 0, Or but an "I O U." Or else when he had tried B 4, To shirk a debt, his wits, He'd cry, "You shan't wait N E more, I'll W or quits. So lost did I 6 now A P R, That said his wife, said she, "F U act so, your fate quite clear Is for 1 2 4 C." His inside soon was out and out More fiery than K N; And while his state was thereabout A cough C V R came. He I P K Q N A tried, And linseed T and rue; But 0 could save him, so he died As every 1 must 2. Poor wight! till black in' the face he raved, 'Twas P T S 2 C His latest spirit "spirit" craved -- His last words, "O D V." MORAL I'll not S A to preach and prate, But tell U if U do Drink O D V at such R 8, Death will 4 stall U 2. O U then who A Y Z have, Shun O D V as a wraith, For 'tis a bonus to the grave, An S A unto death. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SITTING BULL IN SERBIA by WILLIAM JAY SMITH TO THE EXCELLENT ORINDA by PHILO PHILIPPA EPIGRAM OCCASIONED BY CIBBER'S VERSES IN PRAISE OF NASH: 1 by ALEXANDER POPE THE GIFT OF THE GODS by JOHN GODFREY SAXE TO CHRISTOPHER NORTH by ALFRED TENNYSON BEAU NASH by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER BEAU NASH AND THE ROMAN, OR THE TWO ERAS by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER TIS A LITTLE JOURNEY by ANONYMOUS |
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