Oh, the new-chum went to the backblock run, But he should have gone there last week. He tramped ten miles with a loaded gun, But of turkey or duck saw never a one, For he should have been there last week, They said, There were flocks of 'em there last week. He wended his way to a waterfall, And he should have gone there last week. He carried a camera, legs and all, But the day was hot and the stream was small, For he should have gone there last week, They said, They drowned a man there last week. He went for a drive, and he made a start, Which should have been made last week, For the old horse died of a broken heart; So he footed it home and he dragged the cart -- But the horse was all right last week, They said, He trotted a match last week. So he asked the bushies who came from afar To visit the town last week If they'd dine with him, and they said 'Hurrah!' But there wasn't a drop in the whisky jar -- You should have been here last week, He said, I drank it all up last week! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: HENRY MURRAY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DOMESDAY BOOK: REV. PERCY FERGUSON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS OCTAVES: 20 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON A PSALM OF TRAVEL by GEORGE SANTAYANA BUCOLIC COMEDY: SPINNING SONG by EDITH SITWELL TWO FUNERALS: 2. by LOUIS UNTERMEYER |