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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MRS. NIGHTINGALE, by MARTIN FAGG First Line: Regarding yours, dear mrs. Nightingale Last Line: Of nuptial bells and banns. Subject(s): Coward, Sir Noel Peirce (1899-1973) | |||
Regarding yours, dear Mrs Nightingale, Of Friday, the 4th of May — What can I candidly say — No wonder you're deep in dismay! Altho' Dear Flo Is clear in her tiny mind That this gruesome grisly grind Is her Destiny designed — How shall we tell The foolish gel That a nurse is a slut, a Jezebel, Whose lot is an utter, gutter hell Of mangling and mopping And sluicing and slopping Out patients who — frankly — Sweatily, dankly — Only too ranklySMELL! Don't let your daughter be a nurse, Mrs Nightingale, Don't let your Flossy flush the pans. It's unbecoming her station To moot such mutinous plans — She'd better serve the nation By tittling and tattling And prettily prattling Of nuptial bells and banns. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GOLDEN ROAD TO BARCELONA: 1992 by MARTIN FAGG THE DESERT by MAXWELL STRUTHERS BURT TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. SOL by EDWARD CARPENTER LOVE AND A DAY by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN TO JOHN KEATS by GEORGE HERBERT CLARKE A RHYMESTER by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |
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