|
Neither Bloody Nor Bowed They say of me, and so they should It's doubtful if I come to good. I see aquaintances and friends Accumulating dividends And making enviable names In science, art and parlour games. But I, despite expert advice, Keep doing things I think are nice, And though to good I never come Inseperable my nose and thumb! |
Fighting Words Say my love is easy had, Say I'm bitten raw with pride, Say I am too often sad - Still behold me at your side. Say I'm neither brave nor young, Say I woo and coddle care, Say the devil touched my tongue - Still you have my heart to wear, But say my verses do not scan, And I get me another man! |
