The thresher Duck could o'er the Queen prevail. The proverb says, 'No fence against a flail.' From threshing corn, he turns to thresh his brains; For which Her Majesty allows him grains. Though 'tis confessed that those who ever saw His poems, think them all not worth a straw. Thrice happy Duck, employed in threshing stubble! Thy toil is lessened, and thy profits double. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CREDO by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON RETURN (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON FRAGMENT by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON AGING TOGETHER by CLARENCE MAJOR WAITER IN A CALIFORNIA VIETNAMESE RESTURANT by CLARENCE MAJOR DOMESDAY BOOK: THE CORONER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |