WHEN I was a little boy I lived by myself, And all the bread and cheese I got I laid upon a shelf. The rats and the mice They made such a strife, I had to go to London town And get me a wife. The streets were so broad And the lanes were so narrow, I was forced to bring my wife home In a wheelbarrow. The wheelbarrow broke And my wife had a fall, Farewell wheelbarrow, Little wife and all. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN A LECTURE-ROOM by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH AUNTIE'S SKIRTS by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE DISMANTLED SHIP by WALT WHITMAN HYMN FOR ALL SAINTS DAY IN THE MORNING by HENRY ALFORD DANUBE AND THE EUXINE by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 43. ONE CHANCE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) SHEMA-YISRAEL-ADONAI-ELOHENU ADONAI-ECHOD by NATHAN BERNSTEIN |