poetinahat
07-26-2007, 09:03 AM
MINIVER CHEEVY, child of scorn,
..Grew lean while he assailed the seasons;
He wept that he was ever born,
.. And he had reasons.
Miniver loved the days of old
.. When swords were bright and steeds were prancing;
The vision of a warrior bold
.. Would set him dancing.
Miniver sighed for what was not,
.. And dreamed, and rested from his labors;
He dreamed of Thebes and Camelot,
.. And Priam’s neighbors.
Miniver mourned the ripe renown
.. That made so many a name so fragrant;
He mourned Romance, now on the town,
.. And Art, a vagrant.
Miniver loved the Medici,
.. Albeit he had never seen one;
He would have sinned incessantly
.. Could he have been one.
Miniver cursed the commonplace
.. And eyed a khaki suit with loathing;
He missed the mediaeval grace
.. Of iron clothing.
Miniver scorned the gold he sought,
.. But sore annoyed was he without it;
Miniver thought, and thought, and thought,
.. And thought about it.
Miniver Cheevy, born too late,
.. Scratched his head and kept on thinking;
Miniver coughed, and called it fate,
.. And kept on drinking.
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..Grew lean while he assailed the seasons;
He wept that he was ever born,
.. And he had reasons.
Miniver loved the days of old
.. When swords were bright and steeds were prancing;
The vision of a warrior bold
.. Would set him dancing.
Miniver sighed for what was not,
.. And dreamed, and rested from his labors;
He dreamed of Thebes and Camelot,
.. And Priam’s neighbors.
Miniver mourned the ripe renown
.. That made so many a name so fragrant;
He mourned Romance, now on the town,
.. And Art, a vagrant.
Miniver loved the Medici,
.. Albeit he had never seen one;
He would have sinned incessantly
.. Could he have been one.
Miniver cursed the commonplace
.. And eyed a khaki suit with loathing;
He missed the mediaeval grace
.. Of iron clothing.
Miniver scorned the gold he sought,
.. But sore annoyed was he without it;
Miniver thought, and thought, and thought,
.. And thought about it.
Miniver Cheevy, born too late,
.. Scratched his head and kept on thinking;
Miniver coughed, and called it fate,
.. And kept on drinking.
http://www.bartleby.com/267/145.html