Only a pin, let it calmly lay, On the carpet floor in the light of day; And shone serene and clear and bright Reflecting back the noon-day light. Only a boy, yet he saw that pin, And his face assumed a fiendish grin, He stopped for awhile, with look intent, Till he and the pin were alike bent. Only a chair, but upon its seat A well-bent pin found safe retreat; Nor could the keenest eye discern That heavenward its point did turn. Only a man, but he chanced to drop Upon that chair; when -- bank! whia! pop! Like a cork from a bottle of champagne He bounced right up from that chair again. Only a yell, but an honest one. It lacked the remotest idea of fun; And man and boy, and pin and chair In close communion mingled there. Only the pin out of all the four Alone no trace of damage bore; The man was mad and dreadfully sore; He lathered that boy behind and before, The chair lay smashed upon the floor, Its seat was not hurt, but the boy was raw. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TRAFALGAR SQUARE by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES POEM, READ THE SOLDIERS' WELCOME, FRANKLIN, NEW YORK, AUG. 5, 1865 by B. H. BARNES URANIA; THE WOMAN IN THE MOON: DEDICATION TO HENRY, PRINCE OF WALES by WILLIAM BASSE THE JOURNEY by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |