Boy, I detest the Persian pomp;
I hate those linden-bark devices;
And as for roses, holy Moses!
They can’t be got at living prices!
Myrtle is good enough for us,–
For you, as bearer of my flagon;
For me, supine beneath this vine,
Doing my best to get a jag on!
(Eugene Field)
More Poetry from Eugene Field:
- Lollyby, Lolly, Lollyby (Eugene Field Poems)
- Booh! (Eugene Field Poems)
- The Ballad Of The Taylor Pup (Eugene Field Poems)
- The Peter-Bird (Eugene Field Poems)
- A Proper Trewe Idyll Of Camelot (Eugene Field Poems)
- John Smith (Eugene Field Poems)