When Eddy bilt his mountin Camp, He bought a lot of slate, And then he went a blastin' rock 'Til wurk wuz three munths late; This bee wuz buzzin' in his hed, He neaded that big hole Ter bild himself a tenis kort And rocks fur his pay roll. With tuns and tuns of dinermite He give the wurld a shock, He broke sum winders in my Camp And nocked down Joseph's clock; He went way down ter New York town Ter get himself more cash Ter buy anuther load or two Fur wun grand final smash. He figgered, when his hole wuz dun, He'd nock a mountin top, Fur he wuz celerbratin' so, He didn't want ter stop. 'Most all the folks around the Lake Wud take an even bet, 'Les sumwun steals his dinermite He'll blow his hed off yet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LIFE SO SHORT by EAMON GRENNAN LACEDEMONIAN INSTRUCTION by WILLIAM BLAKE MOTTO TO THE SONGS OF INNOCENCE & OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE CLOD AND THE PEBBLE, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE HEART'S-EASE by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR NOBODY KNOWS BUT MOTHER by MARY MORRISON CAMPS OF GREEN by WALT WHITMAN |