Henry King

The Chief Defect of Henry King
Was chewing little bits of String.
At last he swallowed some which tied
Itself in ugly Knots inside.

Physicians of the Utmost Fame
Were called at once; but when they came
They answered, as they took their Fees,
"There is no Cure for this Disease.

"Henry will very soon be dead.''
His Parents stood about his Bed
Lamenting his Untimely Death,
When Henry, with his Latest Breath,

Cried, "Oh, my Friends, be warned by me,
That Breakfast, Dinner, Lunch, and Tea
Are all the Human Frame requires...''
With that, the Wretched Child expires.

by Hilaire Belloc

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Comments (7)

To love is to be pierced. To languish in unrequited love the worst tyranny. Very nicely executed classic poetry.
A bit like Shakespeare meets Harlequin Books but in a good way.
A beautifully envisioned love song narrating love's all shades and side effects.
My poor heart alone. Thanks for sharing.
I liked the theme of this poem!
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