poetry friday

Jonathan Bing’s Manners
by Beatrice Curtis Brown

jonathan bing from honey dot delobi dot us

Jonathan Bing takes off his hat
Whenever he meets a Tabby-cat;
Jonathan Bing bows down to his toes
Whenever he passes a sheep he knows.
Oh search from Paris to old Japan,
There’s none so courtly as Jonathan!

I’ve seen him murmur a “how-d’you-do?”
To a tired forsaken dancing-shoe;
I’ve seen him lend his handkerchief
To a watering-can that had come to grief;

I’ve seen him pat, without disdain,
An orphan goldfish who had a pain,
And he even lights a fire, I’m told,
eating peas with honey from etsyTo warm the air when the weather’s cold.

So what does it matter if people say
That he eats his peas in a vulgar way,
Or opens his mouth, to yawn, so wide
That twenty chickens could roost inside?
Oh search from Paris to old Japan,
There’s none so courtly as Jonathan!

 

See you on Monday, when I’ll have five splendid books rich with quiet, simple, wonder. Stay warm out there!