My landlord has a little pad Can amble for a mile or so; Just fit for bum of ancient dad, What horse one mile can better go? But add a second to the first, He straight begins to change his gait; No horse than Ball can be more cursed; Beware, old landlord, of your seat. Thus like my landlord's little horse, You the first mile of life did run, With ease could amble in discourse; But when you writ, you were undone. Now, Ball and Tommy, pause a while And mark what I indite: You Ball shall only ride a mile; You Tommy cease to write. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE TO SPRING by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD YOUTH IMPERTURBABLE by CONRAD AIKEN NO MATTER WHAT, AFTER ALL, AND THAT BEAUTIFUL WORD SO by HAYDEN CARRUTH IN THE DAYS OF PRISMATIC COLOR by MARIANNE MOORE MERLIN by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |