Author George Meredith Her trousers are red; she wears a coatee; Behind, like a bustle, a barrel you see; She swings it in front, and carries it handy, This barrel contained nothing other than brandy. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 2 (2 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments