Henry has gone to his work. Now for a nice little nap, —Bang! I awake with a jerk. Loud on the door sounds a rap! Now for a nice little nap. No, I don't want any berries. Loud on the door sounds a rap. Goodness, how frowsy my hair is! No! I don't want any berries! (Hucksters are surely a bore). Goodness, how frowsy my hair is, Now I'll try sleeping once more. Hucksters are surely a bore —Now there's a ring on the phone. Well, I'll try sleeping once more. Why can't they leave me alone? Now, there's a ring on the phone. Zing—goes the dumbwaiter bell. Why can't they leave me alone? I want to sleep for a spell. Zing!—goes the dumbwaiter bell. Ice? I don't want it at all. I want to @3sleep@1 for a spell. There comes a ring from the hall! Ice? I don't want it at all! Who @3can@1 be waiting outside? There comes that ring from the hall. Lord, how my patience is tried! Who @3can@1 be waiting outside? Gas man? Just leave me the bill. Lord, how my patience is tried— Still, I must sleep, and I will! Gas man, just leave me the bill! There goes the phone, "ting-a-ling." Still, I must sleep, and I will! Heavens, how loud it @3does@1 ring! There goes the phone, "ting-a-ling!" There goes the dumbwaiter, too, Heavens, how loud it @3does@1 ring! Sleep?—I can't sleep, and that's true! There goes the dumbwaiter, too, Now at the door comes a tap. Sleep, I can't sleep, and that's true! Aw, what's the use of a nap! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE HOME GUARDS; WHO PERISHED ... LEXINGTON, MISSOURI by HERMAN MELVILLE RAIN ON FALL NIGHTS by MILDRED TELFORD BARNWELL ON THE DEATH OF WALLER by APHRA BEHN PSALM 67 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE WINDSOR POETICS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE PROPHECY OF FAMINE; A SCOTS PASTORAL INSCRIBED TO JOHN WILKES by CHARLES CHURCHILL THE RED CROSS OF ENGLAND: ENTRY OF THE MARINES by ELIZA COOK |