JACK PARKER was a cruel boy, For mischief was his sole employ; And much it grieved his friends to find His thoughts so wickedly inclined. He thought it clever to deceive, And often ramble without leave; And ev'ry animal he met He dearly loved to plague and fret. But all such boys, unless they mend, May come to an unhappy end, Like Jack, who got a fractured skull, Whilst bellowing at a furious bull. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PENT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ON A TUFT OF GRASS by EMMA LAZARUS THE GARDEN BY MOONLIGHT by AMY LOWELL AGING TOGETHER by CLARENCE MAJOR HONEY DRIPPER by CLARENCE MAJOR ON A YOUNG LADY'S SIXTH ANNIVERSARY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD |