Author Joseph Hilaire Pierre Belloc LORD H EYGATE had a troubled face,His furniture was commonplace—The sort of Peer who well might passFor someone of the middle class.I do not think you want to hearAbout this unimportant Peer. 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