Shall I woo the one or other?
Both attract me-more's the pity!
Pretty is the widowed mother,
And the daughter, too, is pretty.
When I see that maiden shrinking,
By the gods I swear I'll get 'er!
But anon I fall to thinking
That the mother 'll suit me better!
So, like any idiot ass
Hungry for the fragrant fodder,
Placed between two bales of grass,
Lo, I doubt, delay, and dodder!
Heine's Widow Or Daughter?
Eugene Field
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Poem topics: daughter, grass, doubt, hungry, delay, swear, mother, pretty, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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