Autumn's Tale: A Load of Cobblers

I ate a load of cobblers, pear and peach,
The giblets from two gobblers, one small yam,
And pie. The mermaids, singing each to each,
They said they knew exactly who I am.
It's early autumn, and we love the fall:
The dead birds fell, we caught 'em, and the dogs
Raised hell, since they had answered a late call,
But all of us went home and slept like logs.
The colder nights embolden me to try,
Beneath the golden leaves, an old device:
Three ballads, two short poems, one deep sigh,
And quiet glances, will they melt the ice?
I ask you: do you love my gentle wit?
This was a load of cobblers, wasn't it?