Poems Comments


'Why did the lady in the lift
Slap that poor parson's face?'
Said Mother, thinking as she sniffed,
Of clerical disgrace.

Said Sonny Boy: 'Alas, I know.
My conscience doth accuse me;
The lady stood upon my toe,
Yet did not say--"Excuse me!"

'She hurt--and in that crowd confined
I scarcely could endure it;
So when I pinched her fat behind
She thought--it was the Curate.'

Poem topics: ,

Rate this poem:

Add Willie poem to your favorites

Add Poet Robert William Service to your favorites

Similar Poems
There is no similar poems related to "Willie" poem.
All Robert William Service Poems

Popular Poets

Pat C. (0 poems)
Eliza Cook (3 poems)
Carolina, Lady Nairne (1 poems)
August Stramm (4 poems)
William Stanley Merwin (1 poems)
Henry King (3 poems)
Cathal O'Bryne (1 poems)
Alice Mulligan (1 poems)
Edward Thurlow (1 poems)
Kate Northrop (9 poems)

Popular Poems

If We Must Die, by Claude McKay
The Bonie Wee Thing, by Robert Burns
The Ready Artists, by Edgar Albert Guest
That after Horror—that ’twas us, by Emily Dickinson
Nature And Life, by George Meredith
A Wintry Picture (II), by Alfred Austin
When You Went Away It Was Morning, by E. E. Cummings
'Got-A-Fag', by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
The Tree, by Sara Teasdale
The Ram, by Franz Werfel