<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=392912" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Poor Excuse, but our own</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(Why don't you ever write any child poetry?<br> -A MOTHER.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My right-hand neighbour hath a child,<br> A pretty child of five or six,<br>Not more than other children wild,<br> Nor fuller than the rest of tricks-<br>At five he rises, shine or rain,<br>And noisily plays 'fire' or 'train.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Likewise a girl, _aetatis_ eight,<br> He hath. Each morning, as a rule,<br>Proudly my neighbour will relate<br> How bright Mathilda is at school.<br>My ardour, less than half of mild,<br>Bids me to comment, 'Wondrous child!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All through the vernal afternoon<br> My other neighbour's children skate<br>A wild Bacchantic rigadoon<br> On rollers; nor does it abate<br>Till dark; and then his babies cry<br>What time I fain would versify.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Did I but set myself to sing<br> A children's song, I'd stand revealed<br>A bard that did the infant thing<br> As well as Riley or 'Gene Field.<br>I could write famous Children Stuff,<br>If they'd keep quiet long enough.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Franklin+P.+Adams">Franklin P. Adams</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=392912" data-title="A Poor Excuse, but our own de Franklin P. Adams" data-description="(Why don't you ever write any child poetry? -A MOTHER.) My right-hand neighbour hath a child, A pretty child of five or six, Not more than other children wild, Nor fuller than the rest of tricks- At five he rises, shine or rain, And noisily pl..."></div> </div> </div>

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