A CHILD with monstrous pumpkin head, Grey pigtail, and moustache light red, With lanky arms and yet stupendous, No bowels, yet with maw tremendous, -- A changling which a Corporal Into our cradle had let fall On stealing from it our own baby -- This monster, falsehood's child, (or may be 'Twas in reality the son Of his own favourite dog alone) -- What need to say how much we spurn it? For heaven's sake, drown it or else burn it! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHERE A ROMAN VILLA STOOD, ABOVE FREIBURG' by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE THE FLOWER OF BEAUTY by GEORGE DARLEY SHUT OUT THAT MOON by THOMAS HARDY OVER THE ROSE-LEAVES, UNDER THE ROSE by JOHN BENNETT (1865-1956) IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: THE COURT OF PENANCE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |