The Poetry Corner

Domestic Asides; Or, Truth In Parentheses.

By Thomas Hood

"I really take it very kind, This visit, Mrs. Skinner! I have not seen you such an age - (The wretch has come to dinner!) "Your daughters, too, what loves of girls - What heads for painters' easels! Come here and kiss the infant, dears - (And give it p'rhaps the measles!) "Your charming boys I see are home From Reverend Mr. Russell's; 'Twas very kind to bring them both - (What boots for my new Brussels!) "What! little Clara left at home? Well now I call that shabby: I should have loved to kiss her so - (A flabby, dabby, babby!) "And Mr. S., I hope he's well, Ah! though he lives so handy, He never now drops in to sup - (The better for our brandy!) "Come, take a seat - I long to hear About Matilda's marriage; You're come of course to spend the day! (Thank Heaven, I hear the carriage!) "What! must you go? next time I hope You'll give me longer measure; Nay - I shall see you down the stairs - (With most uncommon pleasure!) "Good-bye! good-bye! remember all, Next time you'll take your dinners! (Now, David, mind I'm not at home In future to the Skinners!")