Joseph Skipsey

(March 17, 1832 - September 3,1903 / Percy, Northumberland)

Kit Clark - Poem by Joseph Skipsey

MEG MILLER skipt over to Horton,
And sang as she went like the lark;
'A pair of bright eyes hath Tim Morton,
Yet not his the blink of Kit Clark.

'Bob Harkas hath hair crisp and curly;
And when to his queer jokes, we hark,
Dour Doll even fails to look surly—
Yet Bob cannot joke like Kit Clark.

'Bill Nichol can whistle so clearly,
The dogs run around him and bark;
And Nan likes to hear him right dearly
Yet Bill cannot pipe like Kit Clark.

'Tom Smith like a frantic one danceth
As down the row comes he from wark;
And Nell's tinder heart he entranceth—
Yet Tom lacks the spring of Kit Clark.

'Jos Rutter—who dresses like Rutter?
The lad is a bit of a spark;
He puts Bella's heart in a flutter—
Yet Jos—what is Jos to Kit Clark?

'Kit Clark is both handsome and clever,
His eyes shine like stars in the dark
Has Cowpen his equal?—no, never!
Not one is a match for Kit Clark.'


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 4, 2014

Poem Edited: Thursday, September 4, 2014


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