A man was sitting underneath a tree Outside the village; and he asked me what Name was upon this place; and said that he Was never here before -- He told a lot Of stories to me too. His nose was flat! I asked him how it happened, and he said -- The first mate of the Holy Ghost did that With a marling-spike one day; but he was dead; And jolly good job too; and he'd have gone A long way to have killed him -- Oh, he had A gold ring in one ear; the other one -- "Was bit off by a crocodile, bedad!" -- That's what he said. He taught me how to chew! He was a real nice man! He liked me too! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR LOVE'S SAKE, KISS ME ONCE AGAIN! by BEN JONSON THE VALLEY OF UNREST (2) by EDGAR ALLAN POE CHOEPHOROI: INVOCATION OF AGAMEMNON'S GHOST by AESCHYLUS PRIAPUS AND THE POOL: 4 by CONRAD AIKEN DELAY by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES DAY-DAWN IN ITALY by ANNE CHARLOTTE LYNCH BOTTA BOAR'S HILL; OCTOBER, 1919 by VERA MARY BRITTAIN |