Classic Poem

By selling meat-ware I shall get no meat,
I must not keep a shop of wares to eat.
I have some goods, but I can hardly think
That they are sold as quickly as they shrink.
I have some goods, but yet my little stocks
Will waste away like camphor in a box.
Some hand at whiles steals in, and slily slips
Some little thing away for some two lips.
You people here don't wait for gain of trade,
But take the store before the gain is made.
I had some eggs, and I can miss some eggs,
And I don't think they went without some legs
I had some eggs, and I can miss some eggs,
And I don't think they travell'd out of door.
I had some eggs, and eggs have gone from hence,
And I don't think they brought me any pence.
I had some eggs, as yet I know full well;
I bought some eggs, but now have none to sell.