SIMPLE Simon met a pieman, Going to the fair; Says Simple Simon to the pieman, Let me taste your ware. Says the pieman to Simple Simon, Show me first your penny; Says Simple Simon to the pieman, Indeed I have not any. Simple Simon went a-fishing, For to catch a whale; All the water he had got Was in his mother's pail. Simple Simon went to look If plums grew on a thistle; He pricked his fingers very much, Which made poor Simon whistle. He went for water in a sieve But soon it all fell through; And now poor Simple Simon Bids you all adieu. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COMPLAINT by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS HOPEFULLY WAITING by ANSON DAVIES FITZ RANDOLPH THE UNSEEN WORLD by CRAVEN LANGSTROTH BETTS THE CARPENTER'S STORY by ARCHIE BINNS A LADY OF PARIS BORDONE by GORDON BOTTOMLEY DISGUISES by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN LAST DAYS OF QUEEN ELIZABETH by EDWARD GEORGE EARLE LYTTON BULWER-LYTTON |