I NEVER said my verse you'd mocked; <br /> Nor how you'd giggled at my grammar— <br />You, on whom Fame her door has lock'd, <br /> I little mark'd your empty clamour. <br /> <br />I merely said that when you'd call'd <br /> On Fame, and thrice her cruel porters <br />Had kick's you off, thrice back you crawl'd, <br /> And kiss'd, thrice kiss'd, their hinder-quarters.<br /><br />Joseph Skipsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-error-5/
