'Grill me some bones,' said the Cobbler, 'Some bones, my pretty Sue; I'm tired of my lonesome with heels and soles, Springsides and uppers too; A mouse in the wainscot is nibbling; A wind in the keyhole drones; And a sheet webbed over my candle, Susie, -- Grill me some bones! 'Grill me some bones,' said the Cobbler, 'I sat at my tic-tac-to; And a footstep came to my door and stopped, And a hand groped to and fro; And I peered up over my boot and last; And my feet went cold as stones: -- I saw an eye at the keyhole, Susie! -- Grill me some bones!' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LIGHT OF OTHER DAYS by THOMAS MOORE SONNET: 55 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE EUROPE; THE 72ND AND 73RD YEARS OF THESE STATES by WALT WHITMAN TO A SQUIRREL AT KYLE-NA-NO by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS TO A WITHERED ROSE by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS THE TAMER OF STEEDS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET TRENCH RAID NEAR HOOGE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 34. REMINDING HER OF A PROMISE (4) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |