Whilst we sit around the table,
Please allow me to relate,
The entrancing ancient fable
Of "The Willow Pattern Plate."
Every picture tells a story,
Like the Willow Pattern Plate,
Where two lovers dwelt in glory,
And defied paternal hate.
By elopement from the castle
You observe upon the ridge,
Where the violent old rascal
Chases them across the bridge.
Tries to catch the rogue and whip him,
'Ere he steals the daughter fair;
But the loving pair outstrip him,
Let him languish in despair.
Thrown upon their own resources,
In a junk they emigrate,
To a splendid little oasis,
Near the margin of the plate.
Dwell in peace, whilst unmolested,
In most perfect harmony;
Till at length they are arrested,
by his Nibs' gendarmerie.
Then the tyrant lord appeals toLaw and lucre,
with their pow'r;Caught, confined,
they have their meals too,
In that horrid little tow'r.
When the pair are executed,
To appease their lord irate,
To a pair of doves transmuted,S
till they fly upon the plate.
Every picture tells a story,
Like the Willow Pattern blue,
A nd true love will reign in glory,
To infinity! Adieu
by B. L. Bowers
