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Famous Short Wife Poems

Famous Short Wife Poems. Short Wife Poetry by Famous Poets. A collection of the all-time best Wife short poems

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Wife | Short Famous Poems and Poets

by Yosa Buson

Hes on the porch

 He's on the porch,
to escape the wife and kids--
how hot it is!

by Dorothy Parker

Harriet Beecher Stowe

 The pure and worthy Mrs.
Stowe Is one we all are proud to know As mother, wife, and authoress- Thank God, I am content with less!

by Dorothy Parker

Thomas Carlyle

 Carlyle combined the lit'ry life
With throwing teacups at his wife,
Remarking, rather testily,
"Oh, stop your dodging, Mrs.

by Ben Jonson

To Hornet


HORNET, thou hast thy wife drest for the stall,
To draw thee custom: but herself gets all.

by Mother Goose

The Pumpkin-Eater

Peter, Peter, pumpkin-eater,
Had a wife and couldn't keep her;
He put her in a pumpkin shell,
And there he kept her very well.

by Edward Lear

There was an Old Man of Peru

There was an Old Man of Peru,
Who watched his wife making a stew;
But once, by mistake, in a stove she did bake
That unfortunate Man of Peru.

by Edward Lear

There was an Old Person of Tartary

There was an Old Person of Tartary,
Who divided his jugular artery;
But he screeched to his Wife, and she said, "Oh, my life!
Your death will be felt by all Tartary!"

by Robert Louis Stevenson

So Live So Love So Use That Fragile Hour

 SO live, so love, so use that fragile hour,
That when the dark hand of the shining power
Shall one from other, wife or husband, take,
The poor survivor may not weep and wake.

by Edward Lear

There was an Old Man on some rocks

There was an Old Man on some rocks,
Who shut his Wife up in a box:
When she said, "Let me out," he exclaimed, "Without doubt
You will pass all your life in that box.

by Robert Herrick

Up Scoble

 Scobble for whoredom whips his wife and cries
He'll slit her nose; but blubbering she replies,
"Good sir, make no more cuts i' th' outward skin,
One slit's enough to let adultery in.

by Mother Goose

Three Blind Mice

Three blind mice! See how they run!
They all ran after the farmer's wife,
Who cut off their tails with a carving knife.
Did you ever see such a thing in your life
As three blind mice?

by William Butler Yeats

To Be Carved On A Stone At Thoor Ballylee

 I, the poet William Yeats,
With old mill boards and sea-green slates,
And smithy work from the Gort forge,
Restored this tower for my wife George;
And may these characters remain
When all is ruin once again.

by Mother Goose

Going To St. Ives

As I was going to St.
I met a man with seven wives.
Every wife had seven sacks,
Every sack had seven cats,
Every cat had seven kits.
Kits, cats, sacks, and wives,
How many were going to St.

by Mother Goose

Jack Sprat

    Jack Sprat
    Could eat no fat,
His wife could eat no lean;
    And so,
    Betwixt them both,
They licked the platter clean.

by Dorothy Parker

Social Note

 Lady, lady, should you meet
One whose ways are all discreet,
One who murmurs that his wife
Is the lodestar of his life,
One who keeps assuring you
That he never was untrue,
Never loved another one .
Lady, lady, better run!

by Mother Goose

Jack Jingle

Little Jack Jingle, He used to live single;
But when he got tired of this kind of life,
He left off being single and lived with his wife.
Now what do you think of little Jack Jingle?
Before he was married he used to live single.

by Russell Edson

The Toy-Maker

 A toy-maker made a toy wife and a toy child.
He made a toy house and some toy years.
He made a getting-old toy, and he made a dying toy.
The toy-maker made a toy heaven and a toy god.
But, best of all, he liked making toy shit.

by Walt Whitman

To You.

 LET us twain walk aside from the rest; 
Now we are together privately, do you discard ceremony, 
Come! vouchsafe to me what has yet been vouchsafed to none—Tell me the whole story, 
Tell me what you would not tell your brother, wife, husband, or physician.

by Robert Burns

49. Epigram on the said Occasion

 O DEATH, had’st thou but spar’d his life,
 Whom we this day lament,
We freely wad exchanged the wife,
 And a’ been weel content.
Ev’n as he is, cauld in his graff, The swap we yet will do’t; Tak thou the carlin’s carcase aff, Thou’se get the saul o’boot.

by Matthew Prior

A Reasonable Affliction

 On his death-bed poor Lubin lies: 
His spouse is in despair: 
With frequent sobs, and mutual cries, 
They both express their care.
A different cause, says Parson Sly, The same effect may give: Poor Lubin fears that he may die; His wife, that he may live.

by Vachel Lindsay

The Lion

 The Lion is a kingly beast.
He likes a Hindu for a feast.
And if no Hindu he can get, The lion-family is upset.
He cuffs his wife and bites her ears Till she is nearly moved to tears.
Then some explorer finds the den And all is family peace again.

by Robert Burns

160. Epigram at RoslinInn

 MY blessings on ye, honest wife!
 I ne’er was here before;
Ye’ve wealth o’ gear for spoon and knife—
 Heart could not wish for more.
Heav’n keep you clear o’ sturt and strife, Till far ayont fourscore, And while I toddle on thro’ life, I’ll ne’er gae by your door!

by Mother Goose

Little Tom Tucker

Little Tom Tucker
    Sings for his supper.
What shall he eat?
    White bread and butter.
How will he cut it
    Without e'er a knife?
How will he be married
    Without e'er a wife?

by Walt Whitman

Fast Anchor’d Eternal O Love.

 FAST-ANCHOR’D, eternal, O love! O woman I love! 
O bride! O wife! more resistless than I can tell, the thought of you! 
—Then separate, as disembodied, or another born, 
Ethereal, the last athletic reality, my consolation; 
I ascend—I float in the regions of your love, O man,
O sharer of my roving life.

by Mother Goose

Nancy Dawson

Nancy Dawson was so fine
She wouldn't get up to serve the swine;
She lies in bed till eight or nine,
So it's Oh, poor Nancy Dawson.

And do ye ken Nancy Dawson, honey?
The wife who sells the barley, honey?
She won't get up to feed her swine,
And do ye ken Nancy Dawson, honey?