Classic Poem

Miss Bunn sends compliments to Mrs. Bunt;
Requests she'll cover up her drain in front;
Which looks so ungenteel, and smells so strong,
It makes Miss Bunn go backward all day long.
Also regrets to be obliged to state.
That Mrs. Bunt's deal safe fixed up of late
Has caused a very ugly nail to run
Some inches in the passage of Miss Bunn.
Is sorry their partitions aren't of brick;
Only thin paper — wishes it was thick,
Especially as Mrs. Bunt thinks right
To heat her washing-copper over night;
And Mrs. Bunt's new maid is quite a stranger;
Hopes she'll be careful, for we're both in danger.
Such heavy washes, usen't to be so
Till you came down to live at Prospect Row.
The former tenants were all married men,
With large young families, at Number Ten,
But never while they dwelt within the walls
Got up their great things, nothing but their smalls.
Can't wonder Mrs. Bunt so seldom stays
At Prospect Row upon her drying days;
For then her garden is disfigured quite,
And so is Miss Bunn's garden, to her right;
Because the maid, which is extreme improper,
Hangs out upon both sides — requests she'll stop her.
She must (while wishing nuisances was fewer)
Excuse her mentioning her donkey to her;
For once, as their hind gate was left unbarred,
She dropped her scissors in her back grass yard,
When stooping to restore them to her case,
A nose as cold as marvel touched her face;
And jumping up quite startled from the grass,
She saw that monster, Mrs. Bunt's huge ass.
She screamed, and her maids heard her, every one.
Madam, your humble servant, Bridget Bunn.