Some mildly amusing poems by dead people

The Moron - Anonymous
See the happy moron
He doesn't give a damn!
I wish I were a moron -
My God! Perhaps I am!



Judged by the Company One Keeps
One night in late October
When I was far from sober
Returning with my load with manly pride,
my feet began to stutter
So I lay down in the gutter,
And a pig came near and lay down by my side;
A lady passing by was heard to say:
"You can tell a man who boozes,
By the company he chooses,"
And the pig got up and slowly walked away.



An exerpt from Mrs Mary Blaize by Oliver Goldsmith
...She strove the neighbourhood to please,
with manners wond'rous winning,
And never followed wicked ways, -
Unless when she was sinning



The last poem itself isn't so good but the title leads the imagination down some odd paths "The Passionate Shepherd to his Love"





Cheers,