That deaf old man With his hand to his ear -- His hand to hi head stood out like a shell, Horny and hollow. He said, "I can't hear," He muttered, "Don't shout, I can hear very well!" He mumbled, "I can't catch a word; I can't follow." Then Jack with a voice like a Protestant bell Roared -- "Particulars! Farmhouse! At 10 quid a year!" "I dunno wot place you are talking about." Said the deaf old man. Said Jack, "What the Hell!" But the deaf old man took a pin from his desk, picked a piece of wool the size of a hen's egg from his ear, had a good look at it, decided in its favour and replaced it in the aforementioned organ. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO LADY ANNE HAMILTON by WILLIAM ROBERT SPENCER AN HYMN IN HONOUR OF BEAUTY by EDMUND SPENSER THE BROWN GIANT by ALEXANDER ANDERSON THE FOE AT THE GATES by JOHN DICKSON BRUNS NOSTALGIA by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON LINES [WRITTEN] IN THE TRAVELLER'S BOOK AT ORCHOMENUS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON PRAYER OF ANY HUSBAND by MAZIE V. CARUTHERS THE PURGATORY OF SUICIDES: BOOK 7, STANZA 7 by THOMAS COOPER |