There was a Mad Mullah whose name was Abdulla (Thus aiding these verses to rhyme). No Mullah was madder, his temper grew badder, Worse, worser and worst all the time! But not every Mullah behaves like Abdulla, And one day a Mullah came by, A Humorous Mullah, who always could cull a Gay laugh, as it were, on the fly! "Ho! Ho! You Mad Mullah," he said to Abdulla, "You scowl and you howl and you yell. But what you are mad about, you, as you gad about, Couldn't explicitly tell! Say listen, Abdulla! I'll bet in your skull a Dissector could not find a brain. With anger you chatter when nothing's the matter, Abdulla, you give me a pain!" "Shut up!" said Abdulla. "You Humorous Mullah! You're fearfully cramping my style. A Very Mad Mullah can easily gull a Large public with venom and bile. For fear I'll get worser they toss me a purse or My stomach with dinners they feed, Whereas, were I smirking, they'd set me to working And that would be madness indeed!" "I see," said the Mullah. "You're subtle, Abdulla, You've shown me a horse of a different colah. Your goose would be cooked if you laughed. So pull all your stages of rancorous rages, I won't interfere with your graft!" The Humorous Mullah then left Mad Abdulla And hustled for home without pause. Now @3he's@1 a Mad Mullah, more mad than Abdulla At even his worst ever was! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPILOGUE TO DRAMATIS PERSONAE by ROBERT BROWNING FOR A' THAT AND A' THAT; SONG by ROBERT BURNS LESSER EPISTLES: TO A LADY ON HER PASSION FOR OLD CHINA by JOHN GAY VISIONS OF THE WORLDS VANITIE by EDMUND SPENSER THE GIRLS' LOT by AGATHIAS SCHOLASTICUS NEWS OF THE WORLD: 2 by GEORGE BARKER |