10 Best Famous Tut Poems

Here is a collection of the top 10 all-time best famous Tut poems. This is a select list of the best famous Tut poetry. Reading, writing, and enjoying famous Tut poetry (as well as classical and contemporary poems) is a great past time. These top poems are the best examples of tut poems.

• All Famous Tut Poems

 'Twas midnight in the schoolroom
And every desk was shut
When suddenly from the alphabet 
Was heard a loud "Tut-Tut!"

Said A to B, "I don't like C;
His manners are a lack.
For all I ever see of C
Is a semi-circular back!"

"I disagree," said D to B,
"I've never found C so.
From where I stand he seems to be
An uncompleted O."

C was vexed, "I'm much perplexed,
You criticise my shape.
I'm made like that, to help spell Cat
And Cow and Cool and Cape."

"He's right" said E; said F, "Whoopee!"
Said G, "'Ip, 'Ip, 'ooray!"
"You're dropping me," roared H to G.
"Don't do it please I pray."

"Out of my way," LL said to K.
"I'll make poor I look ILL."
To stop this stunt J stood in front,
And presto! ILL was JILL.

"U know," said V, "that W
Is twice the age of me.
For as a Roman V is five
I'm half as young as he."

X and Y yawned sleepily,
"Look at the time!" they said.
"Let's all get off to beddy byes."
They did, then "Z-z-z."

 'O Jesus Christ! I'm hit,' he said; and died.
Whether he vainly cursed, or prayed indeed,
 The Bullets chirped - 'In vain! vain! vain!'
 Machine-guns chuckled, 'Tut-tut! Tut-tut!'
 And the Big Gun guffawed.


Another sighed, - 'O Mother, Mother! Dad!'
Then smiled, at nothing, childlike, being dead.
 And the lofty Shrapnel-cloud
 Leisurely gestured, - 'Fool!'
 And the falling splinters tittered.


'My Love!' one moaned. Love-languid seemed his mood,
Till, slowly lowered, his whole face kissed the mud.
 And the Bayonets' long teeth grinned;
 Rabbles of Shells hooted and groaned;
 And the Gas hissed.

LVI. ? ON POET-APE.         Poor POET-APE, that would be thought our chief,     Whose works are e'en the frippery of wit,  From brokage is become so bold a thief,     As we, the robb'd, leave rage, and pity it.  At first he made low shifts, would pick and glean,     Buy the reversion of old plays ;  now grown  To a little wealth, and credit in the scene,     He takes up all, makes each man's wit his own :  And, told of this, he slights it.  Tut, such crimes     The sluggish gaping auditor devours ;  He marks not whose 'twas first : and after-times     May judge it to be his, as well as ours.  Fool !  as if half eyes will not know a fleece     From locks of wool, or shreds from the whole piece ?