Author George Meredith There stood in her street a poor exile of Queen Je'n, He sang a long ballad devoid of all point; And the sole thing made clear by this broken down engine, Was " Harry has put my old nose out of joint." 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