Abigail Brant


My cousin Bob was most polite;
He led shortsighted Mrs.bond,
By accident, one winters night,
Into a village pond,
Her life perhaps he might have saved,
But how genteelly he behaved!

Each time she rose and waved to him
He smiled and bowed and doffed his hat;
Though he, although i cannot swim,
At least i can do that-
And when for the fourth time she sank
He stood bareheaded on the bank.

Be civil, then to young and old;
Especially to persons who
Possess a quantity of gold
Which they might leave to you.
The more they have it seems to me,
The more polite you ought to be.

Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 11, 2008

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  • Sid John Gardner. (12/12/2008 10:05:00 AM)

    Nice write Abigail, Lets see some more of your keen writing,

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  • Lynda Robson (12/12/2008 5:05:00 AM)

    You have brightenened my morning, this is witty, funny and clever, well done,
    Lynda xx

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