A pair of Spectacles.
Without a bridle or a saddle,
Across a thing I ride and straddle.
And those I ride by help of me,
Tho’ almost blind are made to see.
A pair of Stays.
My legs I can venture,
To say within bound,
Are twelve, if not more,
Tho’ they ne’er touch the ground;
If you search for my eyes,
More than thirty you’ll find
And strange to be told
They are always behind.
A Pin.
And tho’ I’m a brazen-fac’d sharper at best,
No lady without my aid can be drest,
When I’m wanted, I’m dragg’d by the head to my duty
And am doomed to be slave to the dress of a beauty.
A letter M.