
The narrative revolves around a man who has been married for twelve years and is now facing the prospect of his wife's departure due to her desire for freedom from their marriage. The story explores themes of love, relationships, and the complexities of human emotions through the protagonist's inner monologue.
By Harry Graham · First published 1907 · Genre: Poetry, Humor, Pastoral · 317 words
If you're waking, call me early, / Call me early, Rob MacDougall, / When the skies are pale and pearly / And the air is keen and chill; / And we'll break our fast together, / In a fashion somewhat frugal, / And be off across the heather / To 'the hill.'
Soon will coveys come a-flitting, / Over purple slopes and ridges, / To the butts where we are sitting / With our loaders close behind. / Though the mist obscure our vision, / And our necks are stung by midges, / And we shoot without precision, / Never mind!
The Twelfth is listed on Textopian as a poem by Harry Graham, dated 1907 CE.
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Humorous Verse · Satire · Poetry Collection · British Literature · 20th Century Literature · Light Verse · Social Commentary · Wit · Wordplay · Irony · Dark Humor · Absurdity