My stock has gone down and my tailor has sent To request that I settle my bill; My landlady asks with a frown for her rent, And there isn't a cent in the till. The governor storms and my mother's in tears; There's a coldness betwixt me and Nell, But I'm utterly dead to regrets and to fears, For my meerschaum is colouring well. At first I had fears of what looked like a crack, And my breath came in gasps of alarm, But oh, how the joy of my heart flooded back When I found that 'twas nothing to harm. And so ever since I have nursed it with care, With thrills that my heart cannot quell, And I've bored all my friends to relate the affair That my meerschaum is colouring well. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEATH AND THE MONK by ARTHUR E. BAKER MY FATHER'S CHILD by GERTRUDE BLOEDE TWO ROBBERS by FRANCIS WILLIAM BOURDILLON HALBERT AND HOB by ROBERT BROWNING A GRACE BEFORE DINNER by ROBERT BURNS EPISTLE TO A YOUNG FRIEND by ROBERT BURNS THE LITTLE CART by CH'EN TZU-LUNG THE TWO FOUNTS; ADDRESSED TO A LADY ON HER RECOVERY ... FROM PAIN by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |