Author Arthur Waley I will carry my coat and not put on my belt; With unpainted eyebrows I will stand at the front window. My tiresome petticoat keeps on flapping about; If it opens a little, I shall blame the spring wind. 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