It is very aggravating to hear the blasted prating
Of the dickheads who are stating that dear Horace was a prude
When we know that with the ladies
He was always raising Hades
And with many an escapade
His best productions are imbued
Miniver Cheevy—child of scorn
Grew lean while he assailed the seasons
He wept that he had ever been born
And of course he had some damn good reasons
Miniver loved the days of old
When eyes were bright and hearts were prancing
The vision of some sugarplum bold
Would set his heart a dancing
Miniver mourned the ripe renown
That made his name so fragrant
He mourned romance—now on the town
And love—he called a vagrant
Miniver scorned the fame he sought
But sore-annoyed he was without it
Miniver thought and thought and thought and thought and thought about it
Miniver Cheevy—born to bright fame
Scratched his head and kept on thinking
His study partner coughed and said—isn’t this insane?
Laughing to herself, she kept on shrinking
Eugene Field—The Truth About Horace and E.A. Robinson—Miniver Cheevy
Paraphrased
It is very aggravating to hear the blasted prating Of the dickheads who are stating that dear Horace was a prude When we know that with the ladies He was always raising Hades And with many an escapade His best productions are imbued
Miniver Cheevy—child of scorn Grew lean while he assailed the seasons He wept that he had ever been born And of course he had some damn good reasons Miniver loved the days of old When eyes were bright and hearts were prancing The vision of some sugarplum bold Would set his heart a dancing Miniver mourned the ripe renown That made his name so fragrant He mourned romance—now on the town And love—he called a vagrant Miniver scorned the fame he sought But sore-annoyed he was without it Miniver thought and thought and thought and thought and thought about it Miniver Cheevy—born to bright fame Scratched his head and kept on thinking His study partner coughed and said—isn’t this insane? Laughing to herself, she kept on shrinking
Eugene Field—The Truth About Horace and E.A. Robinson—Miniver Cheevy Paraphrased