This Johnny Jones he thinks he's smart, But now I bet I've got the start -- The start of him -- I bet that I Can prove it, too, and that's no lie. For yesterday I fell downstairs And bumped myself most ev'rywheres, And then today I tried to crawl Through some bob wire, and that ain't all: Right after I got over that I tried to play with Mary's cat; I didn't know she'd scratch or bite. (The cat, I mean.) She can all right. I've got a bump behind my ear, Another lump right over here Above my eye. And, black and blue There's seven other places, too. I'm scratched and skinned: one leg of mine Six different spots, the other nine. Well, just a little while ago This Johnny Jones come over, so We counted up. You ought to see How jealous Johnny is of me. He counted every little sore -- But me, I've got eleven more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE GREAT DEATH by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE MOUNTAIN by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE HILL ABOVE THE MINE by MALCOLM COWLEY STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 4. NEW JERSEY by CLARENCE MAJOR |