WHEN I was a little boy I lived by myself, And all the bread and cheese I got I laid upon a shelf. The rats and the mice They made such a strife, I had to go to London town And get me a wife. The streets were so broad And the lanes were so narrow, I was forced to bring my wife home In a wheelbarrow. The wheelbarrow broke And my wife had a fall, Farewell wheelbarrow, Little wife and all. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: WASHINGTON MCNEELY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS A DISCRETE LOVE POEM by JAMES GALVIN A POEM FROM THE EDGE OF AMERICA by JAMES GALVIN AFTER THE PAPAGO by JAMES GALVIN GETHSEMANE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |