John Bannister Tabb

(1845-1909 / the United States)

No Go - Poem by John Bannister Tabb

Said a simpering Butterfly, sipping a rose,
To a graceless Mosquito on grandpapa's nose,
Whom she hoped to entrap,
'Pray come, Sir, and taste of this delicate stuff.'
'Thanks, Madam, I'm just now taking my snuff,'
Quoth the impudent chap.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 1, 2010

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