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...LUNCH AT A CLUB by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET CONTRA MORTEM: THE VILLAGE by HAYDEN CARRUTH HONEY DRIPPER by CLARENCE MAJOR |