"ON James P. Jinks you can't depend—he doesn't keep his word." This is the punkest recommend that any man has heard. The delegate with that renown can't find much work to do; whenever he appears in town, employers cry out "Shoo." I hired a youth whose name is Charles, to help me bale some hay; to bind the deal I paid him arles, he said he'd come next day. But never did that youth appear, which made my lifeblood boil; he went a-fishing in the mere, and passed up honest toil. He comes to me when days are flown, and hits me for a job, but evermore I turn him down, the piker and the swab. He comes to me when tempest blows, and asks me for a pie, but I've no charity for those on whom one can't rely. I hire a youth named Bennie Bird to ply the saw and sperthe, for lads who do not keep their word are of but little worth. The down-and-outs are mostly men who this false system played; who broke and broke, and broke again the promises they made. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STANZAS TO THE PO by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE BAT by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON THE NINE LITTLE GOBLINS by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 31. AL-LATIF by EDWIN ARNOLD CUPS OF ILLUSION by HENRY BELLAMANN RETURN TO TOMHANICK by ANN ELIZA BLEECKER WANT by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |