(1873 - 1958 / Kent / England)

The Huntsmen

Three jolly gentlemen,
In coats of red,
Rode their horses
Up to bed.

Three jolly gentlemen
Snored till morn,
Their horses champing
The golden corn.

Three jolly gentlemen
At break of day,
Came clitter-clatter down the stairs
And galloped away.

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Wonderful humor linked with so called huntsmen and their hunting spree.
Really Very Nice Poem! ! !