"BEDAD, that hurt!" and Patrick held A bleeding finger up to view. Erstwhiles he'd poked up shrimps and such To see just what the things would do. The Irishman's patrons gathered 'round; But not with sympathy — they laughed At Paddy's little turtle scrape — And, while the reptile crawled, they chaffed. "Howld on, I want to know pfwhere is "His head," says Paddy's Irish tongue, "And pfwhere's his tail?" "Why so?" says one. "To know if I am bit or shtung!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SCHOOLS OF LITTLE FISH by MARVIN BELL THE CAMELOPARD by HILAIRE BELLOC ARCHIMEDES LAST FORAY by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET DEDICATION IN THESE DAY by HAYDEN CARRUTH WESTERN CIVILIZATION by JAMES GALVIN |