'THAT'S Joseph: he's our joiner here, you know, "Joiner to Nazareth." That's a fine title, eh? He thinks it so; Don't waste your breath. He's not a bad sort really -- it's his son We can't abide: I never yet on earth saw such a one For sinful pride. Just a poor beggar boy: you understand? Yet he aspires To proselytising up and down the land -- Oh! these Messiahs! You'll say that he's a fool or mad or both, Bees in his bonnet! Well, there's his parents, beggared by his sloth, Curses upon it! And worse, he's got a following of sorts, -- Oh! just a rabble, Cheap fishermen, the riff-raff of the ports, They love his babble. And his poor mother! well they say you know -- But there! that's common.' -- So ran the cackle centuries ago About a woman. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PORTRAIT OF ONE DEAD by CONRAD AIKEN AN EXPATIATION ON THE COMBINING OF WEATHERS AT THIRTY .... by HAYDEN CARRUTH TO A FRIEND I CAN'T FIND by JAMES GALVIN LITTLE SON by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON HERO-WORSHIP; SONNET by AMY LOWELL |