HE. WHEN we first were man and wife, And you swore to love for life, We were quoted as a model, we were quite a show, Yes, we @3tete-a-tete@1 were seen, Like King William and his Queen; What a jewel of a wife was Mrs. John Prevot! SHE. Ay, once I clave to thee, man, Like Baucis to Philemon, Now, if I go to Brighton, you're at Bath I know; Like the pair who tell the weather, We are never out together, One at home, the other gadding, Mr. John Prevot. HE. If a lion's to be seen, Old Blucher -- Mr. Kean, You order out the carriage, and away you go With that gossip, Mrs. Jones; How you rattle o'er the stones, You've no mercy on the horses, Mrs. John Prevot. SHE. With Madeira, Port, and Sherry, When you make what you call merry, And sit in sober sadness, are you sober? No! With that horrid Major Rock, It is always twelve o'clock, Ere you tumble up to coffee, Mr. John Prevot. BOTH. Our vicar, Doctor Jervis, When he read the marriage service, United us for better and for worse -- Heigh-ho! Since the worse may turn to better, And we cannot break our fetter. Let us say no more about it, Mr. (Mrs.) John Prevot. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE NEW APOCRYPHA: THE FIG TREE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE DARKEST HOUR; OXFORD, 1917 by GEORGE SANTAYANA ON THE BUST OF HELEN BY CANOVA by GEORGE GORDON BYRON AT TWO-AND-TWENTY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH ST. MARTIN'S WALL by ANTON ALEXANDER VON AUERSPERG |