Absurdities in prose and verse. Written and Illustrated By A. Crowquill [i.e. C. R. Forrester] |
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THE LOVES OF THE CABBAGE AND THE CAULIFLOWER. |
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THE LOVES OF THE CABBAGE AND THE CAULIFLOWER.
A Cabbage lov'd a Cauliflower!
(How far beyond my Muse's power,
To tell how much they loved.)
“Oh! list unto a lover true;
“To one, whose heart was form'd for you!”
He said—she seem'd unmoved.
(How far beyond my Muse's power,
To tell how much they loved.)
“Oh! list unto a lover true;
“To one, whose heart was form'd for you!”
He said—she seem'd unmoved.
“Ah! think not 'cause my wounds are green,
“I speak thus warmly, fairest queen,
“Nor think me insincere;
“For oh! my love is firmly rooted;
“Nor is there one so aptly suited,
“To be my wife—my dear.”
“I speak thus warmly, fairest queen,
“Nor think me insincere;
“For oh! my love is firmly rooted;
“Nor is there one so aptly suited,
“To be my wife—my dear.”
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Said she:—“I heard the gard'ner say,
“Your heart was hard, the other day;
“Then can you love but me?”
“Said Cab—“You did not comprehend,
“The gard'ner, love, you may depend,
“Did merely wish to cut me!”
“Your heart was hard, the other day;
“Then can you love but me?”
“Said Cab—“You did not comprehend,
“The gard'ner, love, you may depend,
“Did merely wish to cut me!”
“Oh! then”—the Cauliflower sigh'd;
“Do you deem worthy of your bride,
“One of such small renown?”
“Of small renown! What is't you say?
“The gard'ner said the other day,
“Your head was worth a crown!”
“Do you deem worthy of your bride,
“One of such small renown?”
“Of small renown! What is't you say?
“The gard'ner said the other day,
“Your head was worth a crown!”
“Then take me for thy wife, my love!—
“What rapture! can I ever rove?
“No—no—I swear by Venus!”
“But why so distant?” Cabbage cried;
“So distant?” said the lovely bride,
“We've but one bed between us!”
“What rapture! can I ever rove?
“No—no—I swear by Venus!”
“But why so distant?” Cabbage cried;
“So distant?” said the lovely bride,
“We've but one bed between us!”
How little thought the luckless pair
The cruel gard'ner was so near,
(He came at set of sun;)
His knife from leathern case he drew,
And cut off both these lovers true,
For fear that they should run!
The cruel gard'ner was so near,
(He came at set of sun;)
His knife from leathern case he drew,
And cut off both these lovers true,
For fear that they should run!
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