Another On The Said Occasion Poem by Robert Burns

Another On The Said Occasion



ONE Queen Artemisia, as old stories tell,
When deprived of her husband she loved so well,
In respect for the love and affection he show'd her,
She reduc'd him to dust and she drank up the powder.
But Queen Netherplace, of a diff'rent complexion,
When called on to order the fun'ral direction,
Would have eat her dead lord, on a slender pretence,
Not to show her respect, but—to save the expense!

Saturday, October 25, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: true love
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Robert Burns

Robert Burns

Ayrshire / Scotland
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