Author Anna Laetitia Barbauld I often murmur, yet I never weep; I always lie in bed, yet never sleep; My mouth is wide, and larger than my head, And much disgorges though it ne'er is fed; I have no legs or feet, yet swiftly run, And the more falls I get, move faster on. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments