Here you will find the Poem On Himself of poet Jonathan Swift
ON RAINY days alone I dine Upon a chick and pint of wine. On rainy days I dine alone And pick my chicken to the bone; But this my servants much enrages, No scraps remain to save board-wages. In weather fine I nothing spend, But often spunge upon a friend; Yet, where he?s not so rich as I, I pay my club, and so good-bye.
