Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HIS MATE, by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Hi-diddle-diddle Last Line: I struggled to my knees and pulled the trigger. | ||||||||
"Hi-diddle-diddle The cat and the fiddle"... I raised my head, And saw him seated on a heap of dead, Yelling the nursery-tune, Grimacing at the moon.... "And the cow jumped over the moon. The little dog laughed to see such sport And the dish ran away with the spoon." And, as he stopt to snigger, I struggled to my knees and pulled the trigger. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BETWEEN THE LINES by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON BREAKFAST by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON FLANNAN ISLE by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON FOR G. by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON GERANIUMS by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON LAMENT by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON RETREAT by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON RUPERT BROOKE by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON THE GORSE by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON THE ICE by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON |
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