'LL where in the world my eyes has bin -- Ef I hain't missed that train ag'in! Chuff! and whistle! and toot! and ring! But blast and blister the dasted train! -- How it does it I can't explain! Git here thirty-five minutes before The durn thing's due! -- and, drat the thing! It'll manage to git past -- shore! The more I travel around, the more I got no sense! -- To stand right here And let it beat me! 'Ll ding my melts! I got no gumption, ner nothin' else! Ticket Agent's a dad-burned bore! Sell you a ticket's all they keer! -- Ticket Agents ort to all be Prosecuted -- and that's jes' what! -- How'd I know which train's fer me? And how'd I know which train was not? Goern and comin' and gone astray, And backin' and switchin' ever'-which-way! Ef I could jes' sneak round behind Myse'f, where I could git full swing, I'd lift my coat, and kick, by jing! Till I jes' got jerked up and fined! -- Fer here I stood, as a durn fool's apt To, and let that train jes' chuff and choo Right apast me -- and mouth jes' gapped Like a blamed old sandwitch warped in two! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE TOMBS IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY by FRANCIS BEAUMONT ON THE DEATH OF MRS. (NOW LADY) THROCKMORTON'S BULLFINCH by WILLIAM COWPER THE OLD VIOLIN by MAURICE FRANCIS EGAN TO THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON ON HEARING HIM MISPRAISED by MATTHEW ARNOLD ORA PRO NOBIS by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH THE RING AND THE BOOK: BOOK 9. JURIS DOCTOR ... BOTTINIUS by ROBERT BROWNING A MENDER OF CLOCKS by MARGARET E. BRUNER |