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Poem by Thomas Hood


The Bachelors Dream


My pipe is lit, my grog is mixd,
My curtains drawn and all is snug;
Old Puss is in her elbow-chair,
And Tray is sitting on the rug.
Last night I had a curious dream,
Miss Susan Bates was Mistress Mogg 
What dye think of that, my Cat?
What dye think of that, my Dog?

She lookd so fair, she sang so well,
I could but woo and she was won,
Myself in blue, the bride in white,
The ring was placed, the deed was done!
Away we went in chaise-and-four,
As fast as grinning boys could flog 
What dye think of that, my Cat?
What dye think of that, my Dog?

What loving tête-à-têtes to come!
But tête-à-têtes must still defer!
When Susan came to live with me,
Her mother came to live with her!
With sister Belle she couldnt part,
But all my ties had leave to jog 
What dye think of that, my Cat?
What dye think of that, my Dog?

The mother brought a pretty Poll 
A monkey too, what work he made!
The sister introduced a Beau 
My Susan brought a favorite maid.
She had a tabby of her own,
A snappish mongrel christend Gog 
What dye think of that, my Cat?
What dye think of that, my Dog?

The Monkey bit  the Parrot screamd
All day the sister strummd and sung;
The petted maid was such a scold!
My Susan learnd to use her tongue:
Her mother had such wretched health,
She sate and croakd like any frog 
What dye think of that, my Cat?
What dye think of that, my Dog?

No longer Deary, Ducky, and Love,
I soon came down to simple M!
The very servants crossd my wish,
My Susan let me down to them.
The poker hardly seemd my own,
I might as well have been a log 
What dye think of that, my Cat?
What dye think of that, my Dog?

My clothes they were the queerest shape!
Such coats and hats she never met!
My ways they were the oddest ways!
My friends were such a vulgar set!
Poor Tomkinson was snubbd and huffd 
She could not bear that Mister Blogg 
What dye think of that, my Cat?
What dye think of that, My Dog?

At times we had a spar, and then
Mamma must mingle in the song 
The sister took a sisters part 
The Maid declared her Master wrong 
The Parrot learnd to call me Fool!
My life was like a London fog 
What dye think of that, my Cat?
What dye think of that, my Dog?

My Susans taste was superfine,
As proved by bills that had no end 
I never had a decent coat 
I never had a coin to spend!
She forced me to resign my Club,
Lay down my pipe, retrench my grog 
What dye think of that, my Cat?
What dye think of that, my Dog?

Each Sunday night we gave a rout
To fops and flirts, a pretty list;
And when I tried to steal away,
I found my study full of whist!
Then, first to come and last to go,
There always was a Captain Hogg 
What dye think of that, my Cat?
What dye think of that, my Dog?

Now was not that an awful dream
For one who single is and snug 
With Pussy in the elbow-chair
And Tray reposing on the rug? 
If I must totter down the hill,
Tis safest done without a clog 
What dye think of that, my Cat?
What dye think of that, my Dog?



Thomas Hood


Thomas Hood's other poems:
  1. The Boy at the Nore
  2. Stanzas (Is there a bitter pang for love removed)
  3. Written in Keats' Endymion
  4. Sonnet for the 14th of February
  5. The Two Peacocks of Bedfont


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