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Once on a time I fair Dorinda kiss'd,
Whose nose was too distinguish'd to be miss'd;
My dear, says I, I fain would kiss you closer,
But tho' your lips say aye--your nose says, no, Sir.--
The maid was equally to fun inclin'd,
And plac'd her lovely lily-hand behind;
Here, swain, she cry'd, may'st thou securely kiss,
Where there's no nose to interrupt thy bliss.
This poem is in the public domain.
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Christopher Smart (1722 - 1771) was an English writer who, although an excellent student early on, developed a taste for drink and "the good life" during his days at Cambridge. Though he consistently produced a body of work that was well received, including poems, songs, magazine articles and translations, his reputation for drunkenness and debt rivaled that of his creativity. Smart spent the latter half of his life in and out of mental institutions, but many consider those years his best and most productive. His favorite themes were nature and religion.
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Dorcas:
Delightful!
Posted 07/03/2014 07:54 PM
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Cindy:
so funny
Posted 07/03/2014 09:07 AM
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rhonasheridan:
What a poem ! I shall now copyi it out and read it to anyone I meet who looks as though they need a good laugh! That's just about everyone......
Posted 07/03/2014 01:58 AM
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Donna Pflueger:
Oh, Jayne! This is a hoot! Thanks for the giggles.
Posted 07/02/2014 02:56 PM
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Dianalt:
I do. Absolutely delightful--and Smart.
(Pun intended) Diana Anhalt
Posted 07/02/2014 02:15 PM
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paradea:
Hahahahahaha! Love this!! Doesn't anyone else??
Posted 07/02/2014 01:41 PM
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