Thomas Love Peacock
Instead Of Sitting Wrapped Up In Flannel - Poem by Thomas Love Peacock
Instead of sitting wrapped up in flannel
With rheumatism in every joint,
I wish I was in the English Channel,
Just going 'round the Lizard Point
All southward bound, with the seas before me,
I should not care whether smooth or rough,
For then no visitors would call to bore me,
Of whose 'good-mornings' I have had enough.
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