A fellah with a load of barrels will take up most the road, And yet you'll find, if you will look, he hasn't got a load -- Although the pile is mighty tall, It all is empties, after all. It rattles down the village street and makes a lot of din; To hear him anyone would think a show was comin' in. To make a racket in the street A load of barrels can't be beat. The man who always looks so wise, the man who never jokes, Who takes himself so serious in front of other folks, It very often will befall Is just an empty, after all. The man who likes to argufy and talk both long and loud, The man opposin' ev'rything, may draw a little crowd -- But they will find, the more he quarrels, It's just a load of empty barrels. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE'S MIRACLE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 1. SEATTLE by CLARENCE MAJOR JOHN WILKES BOOTH AT THE FARM (JANUARY 12, 1848) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TO THE PEACOCK OF FRANCE by MARIANNE MOORE THE WHITE RABBIT by KAREN SWENSON |