An Error by Joseph Skipsey

I never said my verse you’d mocked;
Nor how you’d giggled at my grammar—
You, on whom Fame her door has lock’d,
I little mark’d your empty clamour.

I merely said that when you’d call’d
On Fame, and thrice her cruel porters
Had kick’s you off, thrice back you crawl’d,
And kiss’d, thrice kiss’d, their hinder-quarters.

From: https://minorvictorianwriters.org.uk/skipsey/c_carols_4.htm

Date: 1886

By: Joseph Skipsey (1832-1903)