That deaf old man With his hand to his ear -- His hand to hi head stood out like a shell, Horny and hollow. He said, "I can't hear," He muttered, "Don't shout, I can hear very well!" He mumbled, "I can't catch a word; I can't follow." Then Jack with a voice like a Protestant bell Roared -- "Particulars! Farmhouse! At 10 quid a year!" "I dunno wot place you are talking about." Said the deaf old man. Said Jack, "What the Hell!" But the deaf old man took a pin from his desk, picked a piece of wool the size of a hen's egg from his ear, had a good look at it, decided in its favour and replaced it in the aforementioned organ. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MRS. CHARLES BLISS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE RAND MCNALLY ATLAS by KAREN SWENSON MONTEREY [SEPTEMBER 23, 1846] by CHARLES FENNO HOFFMAN SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: FIDDLER JONES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS MODERN LOVE: 50 by GEORGE MEREDITH ARE THE CHILDREN AT HOME? by MARGARET ELIZABETH MUNSON SANGSTER INVITATION TO A PAINTER: 2 by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM RING FROM THE RIM OF THE GLASS, BOYS by JOHN CLINTON ANTHONY |