To Miss Kelly

O Betty--I beg pardon--Fanny K.
(I was just thinking of your Betty Finnikin)--
Permit me this to say,
In quite a friendly way--
I like your theatre, though but a minnikin;
For though small stages Kean dislikes to spout on,
Renounce me if I don't agree with Dowton,
The Minors are the Passions' proper schools
For me, I never can
Find wisdom in the plan
That keeps large reservoirs for little Pooles.

I like your boxes where the audience sit
A family circle; and your little pit;
I like your little stage, where you discuss
Your pleasant bill of fare,
And show us passengers so rich and rare,
Your little stage seems quite an omnibus.

I like exceedingly your Parthian dame,
Dimly remembering dramatic codgers,
The ghost of Memory--the shade of Fame!--
Lord! what a housekeeper for Mr. Rogers!
I like your savage, of a one-horse power;
And Terence, done in Irish from the Latin;
And Sally--quite a kitchen-garden flower;
And Mrs. Drake, serene in sky-blue satin!
I like your girl as speechless as a mummy--
It shows you can play dummy!--
I like your boy, deprived of every gleam
Of light for ever--a benighted being!
And really think--though Irish it may seem--
Your blindness is worth seeing.

I like your Governess; and there's a striking
Tale of Two Brothers, that sets tears a-flowing--
But I'm not going
All through the bill to tell you of my liking.
Suffice it, Fanny Kelly! with your art
So much in love, like others I have grown,
I really mean myself to take a part
In "Free and Easy"--at my own bespeak--
And shall three times a week
Drop in and make your pretty house my own!