Classic Poem

Hail, Common Sense! most rare of all!
Long for Thee, I've been panting:
Who buys these " Poems" from the stall,
In thee is sadly wanting.
That which I meant to line the head,
Will go to line the trunk instead.

" You ask, what Regiment of the Guards,
My Howes has deign'd to choose?
Proclaim it, all ye festive Bards!
'Tis that which Chased the Blues . "

Read not, my Howes!
With frowning brows,
What verses seem immoral:
Loth were I seen,
For a naked quean,
With a trusty friend to quarrel!

" Sing the famous Ballad
Of the Lion & the Lamb,
And how my Howes 'mong the Farnham hops,
Woo'd & won the old femme de cham'.

Tho' he had three young Rivals,
And I was of the Three,
My Howes with the ancient femme de cham',
Walk'd off triumphantly! "