by Archibald Stodart-Walker (1869 - 1934)

My true friend hath my hat
Language: English 
My true friend hath my hat, and I have his,
By choice of mine, one for another changed;
I hold his dear, and mine he'd never miss,
There never was a better swop arranged:
My true friend hath my hat, and I have his.

His hat on me saves me the price of one;
My hat on him his foolish head hath guyed;
He hates my hat, he much prefers his own,
I cherish his, my bald patch it doth hide:
My true friend hath my hat, and I have his.

Note: this is a parody of Philip Sidney's poem The bargain.


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Researcher for this text: Malcolm Wren [Guest Editor]

This text was added to the website: 2017-09-13
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