When Eddy bilt his mountin Camp, He bought a lot of slate, And then he went a blastin' rock 'Til wurk wuz three munths late; This bee wuz buzzin' in his hed, He neaded that big hole Ter bild himself a tenis kort And rocks fur his pay roll. With tuns and tuns of dinermite He give the wurld a shock, He broke sum winders in my Camp And nocked down Joseph's clock; He went way down ter New York town Ter get himself more cash Ter buy anuther load or two Fur wun grand final smash. He figgered, when his hole wuz dun, He'd nock a mountin top, Fur he wuz celerbratin' so, He didn't want ter stop. 'Most all the folks around the Lake Wud take an even bet, 'Les sumwun steals his dinermite He'll blow his hed off yet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OPPORTUNITY by NICCOLO MACHIAVELLI THE ANGEL'S SONG; CAROL by EDMUND HAMILTON SEARS THE NIGHTINGALE by PHILIP SIDNEY THALIA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 39. NOT CHRIST, BUT CHRIST'S GOD by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |