He was a poet who wrote clever verses, <br />And folks said he had a fine poetical taste; <br />But his father, a practical farmer, accused him <br />Of letting the strength of his arm go to waste. <br /> <br />He called on his sweetheart each Saturday evening, <br />As pretty a maiden as ever man faced, <br />And there he confirmed the old man's accusation <br />By letting the strength of his arm go to waist.<br /><br />Paul Laurence Dunbar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/confirmation-5/
