Let him be sold, I say! Let him be sold, Even while he slumbers at his mother's breast. Why should I tend a thing so bad and bold, A snub-nosed imp, a little scratching pest! I find him always laughing through his tears: He treats his mother badly; won't be tamed, Has baby wings behind him; pries and peers, Behaves unruly, chatters unashamed, -- A shocking monster! Sailor men, this way! Who wants a boy to carry off to sea? Oh dear, he's crying! Come, I'll let you stay Close to the heart of my Zenophile. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ANGEL, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE ROMAN ROAD by THOMAS HARDY HE GIVES HIS BELOVED CERTAIN RHYMES by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE CAUTIOUS HOUSEHOLDER by ANAXILAS ENOUGH by OTTO JULIUS BIERBAUM HARVEST OUT OF STONE by VERNE BRIGHT |