I was a man of Mitchen, And she from Croydon fared To serve in Parson's kitchen With rosy arms half-bared. She minced and rolled beef pasty, She baked a mutton-pie; And I was ever hasty, I kissed her on the sly. For it's Sutton for mutton, Carshalton for beef, Croydon for a pretty girl, And Mitchen for a thief. My ears were soon burned scarlet What way she cuffed me then; With, "Shame! you thieving varlet -- You'm like all Mitchen men." To prove I was not stealing, And took her words amiss, And show her honest dealing -- I gave her back her kiss. For it's Sutton for mutton, Carshalton for beef, Croydon for a pretty girl, And Mitchen for a thief. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOCTURNE IN A MINOR KEY by CONRAD AIKEN SYMPATHY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SURFACES AND MASKS; 1 by CLARENCE MAJOR SURFACES AND MASKS; 3 by CLARENCE MAJOR SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ALBERT SCHIRDING by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: WILLIAM AND EMILY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |