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Social drinker
My monkey and I
make trouble
in a cup of ale.
Drunk, I talk to my hound
in the tone of an Aesop.
Poemas sobre el tema: ale
Poemas sobre el tema «ale» en Poets.by.
Wage slave
Work is a net
made of ale and cheap hopes,
my heart in a tent.
Youth and Age
Say, is it dim and grim and all full of fear?
Not at all, not at all, my pretty dear.
Will there be no hope? Nothing to desire?
You shall be comforted sitting by the fire.
Will no one look at me? love me, if I please?
You shall doze happy with a little bread and cheese.
Even the springing grass--will it look pale?
You shall be gladdened with a little warm ale.
Shall I be trembling and querulous of tongue?
You shall be wiser than anybody young.
When the first thrushes sing, shall I not hear?
Not at all, not at all, my pretty dear.