Poetry About Love And Lovers

Here is a nice pleasant and peaceful Sunday to enjoy some nice poetry. Set back relax have a nice cold drink in hand and have some enjoyment.

Pensive they sit, and roll their languid eyes,
Nibble their toast, and cool their tea with sighs,
Or else forget the purpose of the night,
Forget their tea, forget their appetite.

You can enjoy your daily cup of tea.

See with cross'd arms they sit, ah! happy crew,
The fire is going out and no one rings
For coals, and therefore no coals Betty brings.
A fly is in the milk-pot, must he die
By a humane society?

Pour you some milk into your milk pot.

No, no; there Mr. Werter takes his spoon,
Inserts it, dips the handle, and lo! soon
The little straggler, sav'd from perils dark,
Across the teaboard draws a long wet mark.
Arise! take snuffers by the handle,

Choose your spoon for your use.

There's a large cauliflower in each candle.
A winding-sheet, ah me! I must away
To No. 7, just beyond the circus gay.
'Alas, my friend! your coat sits very well;
Where may your tailor live?' 'I may not tell.

You eat and enjoy your cauliflower along with your tea.

O pardon me, I'm absent now and then.
Where might my tailor live? I say again
I cannot tell, let me no more be teaz'd,
He lives in Wapping, might live where he pleas'd.'

I hope you have enjoyed our Sunday afternoon poetry. Please feel free to comment.

If you have any questions and/or a comment/comments please let me know.