Author Jonathan Swift Friend Rundle fell with grievous bump,Upon his reverential rump.Poor rump, thou hadst been better sped,Had thou been joined 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 (2 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments