My Favorite "FALL" Poem

Tender-Heartedness

Billy, in one of his nice new sashes,

Fell in the fire and was burnt to ashes;

Now, although the room grows chilly,

I haven't the heart to poke poor Billy.

by Harry Graham (1874-1936)

(Taken from The Penguin Book of Light Verse, edited by Gavin Ewart. Copyright Gavin Ewart, 1980.)