The Batchelors Song Poem by Thomas Flatman

The Batchelors Song

Rating: 2.9


Like a Dog with a bottle, fast ti'd to his tail,
Like Vermin in a trap, or a Thief in a Jail,
Or like a Tory in a Bog,
Or an Ape with a Clog:
Such is the man, who when he might go free,
Does his liberty loose,
For a Matrimony noose,
And sels himself into Captivity;
The Dog he do's howl, when his bottle do's jog,
The Vermin, the Theif, and the Tory in vain
Of the trap, of the Jail, of the Quagmire complain.
But welfare poor Pug! for he playes with his Clog;
And tho' he would be rid on't rather than his life,
Yet he lugg's it, and he hug's it, as a man does his wife.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Susan Williams 30 November 2015

My goodness, what timid creatures are men who fear commitment to a woman! Scary! They should give men medals of honor who march willingly into the marital battlefield

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