Author Jonathan Swift Friend Rundle fell, with grievous bump,Upon his reverential rump.Poor rump! thou hadst been better sped,Hadst thou been join'd to Boulter's head;A head, so weighty and profound,Would needs have kept thee from the ground. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 3.5 (4 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments