I had a gig-horse, and I called him Pleasure <br />Because on Sundays for a little jaunt <br />He was so fast and showy, quite a treasure; <br />Although he sometimes kicked and shied aslant. <br />I had a chaise, and christened it Enjoyment, <br />With yellow body and the wheels of red, <br />Because it was only used for one employment, <br />Namely, to go wherever Pleasure led. <br />I had a wife, her nickname was Delight: <br />A son called Frolic, who was never still: <br />Alas! how often dark succeeds to bright! <br />Delight was thrown, and Frolic had a spill, <br />Enjoyment was upset and shattered quite, <br />And Pleasure fell a splitter on Paine's Hill.<br /><br />Thomas Hood<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/allegory/
