'Grill me some bones,' said the Cobbler, 'Some bones, my pretty Sue; I'm tired of my lonesome with heels and soles, Springsides and uppers too; A mouse in the wainscot is nibbling; A wind in the keyhole drones; And a sheet webbed over my candle, Susie, -- Grill me some bones! 'Grill me some bones,' said the Cobbler, 'I sat at my tic-tac-to; And a footstep came to my door and stopped, And a hand groped to and fro; And I peered up over my boot and last; And my feet went cold as stones: -- I saw an eye at the keyhole, Susie! -- Grill me some bones!' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE INDIAN SERENADE by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY SKIPPER IRESON'S RIDE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER DEATH by MALTBIE DAVENPORT BABCOCK A CHRISTMAS CAMP ON THE SAN GABR'EL by AMELIA EDITH HUDDLESTON BARR |