GOOD pastry is vended In Cité Fadette; @3Maison Pons@1 can make splendid @3Brioche@1 and @3galette. M'sieu Pons@1 is so fat that He's laid on the shelf; @3Madame@1 had a Cat that Was fat as herself. Long hair, soft as satin, A musical purr, 'Gainst the window she'd flatten Her delicate fur. I drove Lou to see what Our neighbours were at, In rapture, cried she, "What An exquisite cat! "What whiskers! She's purring All over. Regale Our eyes, @3Puss,@1 by stirring Thy feathery tail! "@3M'sieu Pons,@1 will you sell her?" "@3Ma femme est sortie,@1 Your offer I'll tell her; But will she?" says he. Yet @3Pons@1 was persuaded To part with the prize: (Our bargain was aided, My Lou, by your eyes!) From his @3légitime@1 save him,— @3My@1 spouse I prefer, For I warrant @3his@1 gave him @3Un mauvais quart d'heure.@1 I am giving a pleasant Grimalkin to Lou, —Ah, @3Puss,@1 what a present I'm giving to you! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BALLAD OF THE GIBBET by FRANCOIS VILLON THE HEART OF THE BRUCE by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN THE FACE ON THE [BAR-ROOM] FLOOR by HUGH ANTOINE D'ARCY KIT CARSON'S RIDE by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER SONNET: 33 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE ON HIS MISTRESS, THE QUEEN OF BOHEMIA by HENRY WOTTON THE WINDING ROAD by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN |