Prof Linda Hughes, of Texas Christian University, has uncovered this great comic poem on Morris & Co. products, published in the Scots Observer 7 December 1889, at the time of the second Arts & Crafts Exhibition at the New Gallery. It takes off from Anne Taylor's much-parodied poem "My Mother" and deserves wider circulation:
Playnte Dolorous
Who clothed my chairs with coloured chintz,
In arabesques of pear and quince
That make the very bravest wince?—
My Morris!
Who on my curtains told the tale
Of Arthur and the Holy Grail,
Yet built my bath of Chippendale?—
My Morris!
Who made my rooms (like chimney-shafts)
A mighty colony of draughts,
And then let loose the Arts and Crafts?—
My Morris!
Who smiled an earnest smile, and took
My one and only decent book,
‘That Saunderson might have a look’?—
My Morris!
Who caused me such atrocious pain
With dinner plates (by Walter Crane),
The paint whereto no man may chain?—
My Morris!
Who built me in with painted glass
So that, by daylight or by gas,
My closest feres do call me Ass?—
My Morris!
My couch me-seemeth full of stones;
Forth from my flesh protrude my bones;
Were we designed by Edward Jones,
My Morris?
Who sent me that preposterous bill?
And ah! who waiteth for it still?
Before you get it you may grill,
My Morris! 
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