I’M Saying Every Day

poem 373

I’m saying every day If I should be a Queen, tomorrow I’d do this way And so I deck, a little, If it be, I wake a Bourbon, None on me, bend supercilious With This was she Begged in the Market place Yesterday. Court is a stately place I’ve heard men say So I loop my apron, against the Majesty With bright Pins of Buttercup That not too plain Rank overtake me And perch my Tongue On Twigs of singing rather high But this, might be my brief Term To qualify Put from my simple speech all plain word Take other accents, as such I heard Though but for the Cricket just, And but for the Bee Not in all the Meadow One accost me Better to be ready Than did next morn Meet me in Aragon My old Gown on And the surprised Air Rustics wear Summoned&mdas h;unexpectedly To Exeter