ONCE a little boy, Jack, was, oh! ever so good, Till he took a strange notion to cry all he could. So he cried all the day, and he cried all the night, He cried in the morning and in the twilight; He cried till his voice was as hoarse as a crow, And his mouth grew so large it looked like a great O. It grew at the bottom, and grew at the top; It grew till they thought that it never would stop. Each day his great mouth grew taller and taller, And his dear little self grew smaller and smaller. At last, that same mouth grew so big that——alack!— It was only a mouth with a border of Jack. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PRISONER OF CHILLON: INTRODUCTORY SONNET by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE KING'S JEWEL by PHOEBE CARY LA BELLE DAME SANS MERCI by JOHN KEATS SONNET WRITTEN IN DISGUST OF VULGAR SUPERSTITION by JOHN KEATS TO MR. GAY, WHO WROTE HIM A CONGRATULATORY LETTER ON FINISHING HOUSE by ALEXANDER POPE LILIES: 30. THE WHOLE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |