Classic Poem

1

It is now nearly forty years, I guess,
Since I was a girl coming out,
And Spriggins proposed — and I said, yes,
At old Lady Mumble's rout
My match was reckon'd by no means bad,
Take the marrying world as it goes —
But then I must own — Mr. Spriggins had
A remarkably ugly nose!

2

Now the length or shape of your husband's nose
Is a thing that don't signify —
As long as your mother and aunts suppose
There's enough to lead him by!
But I own it often has made me sigh,
At the time of our honeymoon's close —
To hear the folks who were passing by
Remark on my Spriggins's nose!

3

It wasn't round — nor was it square —
Nor three-corner'd as some noses be!
But upon my conscience I do declare
'Twas a mixture of all the three!
And oh! how painful it was to hear,
When our son was in swaddling clothes,
The nurses exclaim — " Oh, sweet little dear,
He has got his papa's own nose! "

4

Five daughters besides were born to me
To add to my woe and care —
Bell, Susan, Jemima, and Dorothee,
And Kate — who has sandy hair;
But it isn't the number that makes me grieve,
Tho' they cost me a mint in clothes,
— Five gawky girls! — but you'd hardly believe —
They have all got their father's nose!

5

They've been to Brighton for many years past,
And a season in London too,
And Bell nearly got a proposal at last —
But we found that it wouldn't do!
And oh! 'tis a grievous thing, I declare,
To be told, wherever one goes,
" I should know the Miss Sprigginses — anywhere —
They've all got the family nose! "

6

No beau will be seen in our company,
Do all that we possibly can,
Except Mr Green — who is fifty-three —
And Gubbins — the Doctor's young man!
There's Captain Hodson and Admiral Bluff,
I wonder they don't propose —
For really the girls are well enough —
If they hadn't their father's nose!