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Category: Funny Whimsical Poems
       Classic humorous and funny poems using whimsy. Humourosly quaint and fanciful, especially in an amusing way.

  THE HAPPY MAN  

La Galisse now I wish to touch;
    Droll air! if I can strike it,
I'm sure the song will please you much;
    That is, if you should like it.

La Galisse was, indeed, I grant,
    Not used to any dainty,
When he was born; but could not want
    As long as he had plenty.

Instructed with the greatest care,
    He always was well bred,
And never used a hat to wear
    But when 'twas on his head.

His temper was exceeding good,
    Just of his father's fashion;
And never quarrels boiled his blood
    Except when in a passion.

His mind was on devotion bent;
    He kept with care each high day,
And Holy Thursday always spent
    The day before Good Friday.

He liked good claret very well,
    I just presume to think it;
For ere its flavour he could tell
    He thought it best to drink it.

Than doctors more he loved the cook,
    Though food would make him gross,
And never any physic took
    But when he took a dose.

Oh, happy, happy is the swain
    The ladies so adore;
For many followed in his train
    Whene'er he walked before.

Bright as the sun his flowing hair
    In golden ringlets shone;
And no one could with him compare,
    If he had been alone.

His talents I cannot rehearse,
    But every one allows
That whatsoe'er he wrote in verse,
    No one could call it prose.

He argued with precision nice,
    The learned all declare;
And it was his decision wise,
    No horse could be a mare.

His powerful logic would surprise,
    Amaze, and much delight:
He proved that dimness of the eyes
    Was hurtful to the sight.

They liked him much--so it appears
    Most plainly--who preferred him;
And those did never want their ears
    Who any time had heard him.

He was not always right, 'tis true,
    And then he must be wrong;
But none had found it out, he knew,
    If he had held his tongue.

Whene'er a tender tear he shed,
    'Twas certain that he wept;
And he would lie awake in bed,
    Unless, indeed, he slept.

In tilting everybody knew
    His very high renown;
Yet no opponents he o'erthrew
    But those that he knocked down.

At last they smote him in the head,--
    What hero ever fought all?
And when they saw that he was dead,
    They knew the wound was mortal.

And when at last he lost his breath,
    It closed his every strife;
For that sad day that sealed his death
    Deprived him of his life.

                                            Gilles Menage.


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