ENTER my @3first@1 with a studied grace, Conceit in his head, and a smirk on his face; Of fashion he deems himself quite the top, And he's scented like any perfumer's shop; So among the ladies he's surely reckoned, For the evening at least, to be quite my @3second.@1 But oh! what a fall for the brilliant star! A lady's whisper is heard too far: 'Of all the flowers that ever were, The only one I to him compare Is my scentless @3whole,@1 with its gaudy stare.' Not quite rightly spelt, but comparison rare. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MILITARY MIND by CHARLIE SMITH A SPINSTER'S STINT by ALICE CARY THE COW IN APPLE TIME by ROBERT FROST TO THE UNKNOWN EROS: BOOK 1: 10. THE TOYS by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE IF WE KNEW; OR, BLESSINGS OF TO-DAY by MAY LOUISE RILEY SMITH ILICET by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE THE STORM by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE |