Classic Poem

spoken by Mr. King

Instead of an epilogue, round, smart and terse,
Let poor simple me, and in more simple verse,
Just handle the text — It is well it's no worse .

The brat of this night should you cherish and nurse,
And hush it and rock it, though you fill not his purse,
The Daddy will say that — 'Tis well it's no worse .

Or should his strange fortune turn out the reverse,
That his pockets you fill, though his play you should curse,
Still our author will say — It is well it's no worse .

Should you put the poor bard and his brat in one hearse,
Yet give to the actors some praise not averse,
We comfort ourselves with — 'Tis well it's no worse .

The town with each poet will push carte and tierce.
If the bard can so guard that his buff you don't pierce,
Though you pink him a little — 'Tis well it's no worse .

Should the playhouse be full, though the critics so fierce,
The managers, actors and author asperse,
We shrug up our shoulders — 'Tis well it's no worse .

But should you to damn be resolved, and perverse,
If quietly after from hence you disperse,
We wish you good-night and — It's well it's no worse .