A Parody

Lazy-bones, lazy-bones, wake up and peep;
The Cat's in the cupboard, your Mother's asleep.
There you sit snoring, forgetting her ills:
Who is to give her her Bolus and Pills?
Twenty-five Angels must come into Town,
All for to help you to make your new gown-
Dainty aerial Spinsters & Singers:
Aren't you asham'd to employ such white fingers?
Delicate Hands, unaccustom'd to reels,
To set 'em a washing at poor body's wheels?
Why they came down is to me all a riddle,
And left hallelujah broke off in the middle.
Jove's Court & the Presence Angelical cut,
To eke out the work of a lazy young slut.
Angel-duck, angel-duck, wingèd & silly,
Pouring a watering pot over a lily,
Gardener gratuitous, careless of pelf,
Leave her to water her Lily herself,
Or to neglect it to death, if she chuse it;
Remember, the loss is her own if she lose it.

by Charles Lamb

Comments (5)

Great poem loved it.
There is neither any proof nor even a regular history in the accepted sense of the word that this world existed not without word though words as language came into being in course of time...........very insightful and brilliantly composed.............thanks for sharing
An excellent poem from a deep thinker and poet.
After reading this poem again and again i come to the conclusion the entire creation is expressed through words.
After reading this poem again and again i come to the conclusion the entire creation is expressed through words.