Treasure Island

George Pope Morris

(1802-1864 / USA)

The Retort.


Old Nick, who taught the village-school,
Wedded a maid of homespun habit;
He was as stubborn as a mule,
She was as playful as a rabbit.

Poor Jane had scarce become a wife,
Before her husband sought to make her
The pink of country-polished life,
And prim and formal as a Quaker.

One day the tutor went abroad,
And simple Jenny sadly missed him;
When he returned, behind her lord
She slyly stole, and fondly kissed him!

The husband's anger rose!--and red
And white his face alternate grew!
'Less freedom, ma'am!'--Jane sighed and said,
'OH, DEAR! I DIDN'T KNOW 'TWAS YOU!'

Submitted: Wednesday, October 06, 2010

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