When Eddy blasted out that hole He wuzn't any teller Fur what that baby had in mind Wuz comfurt in his celler; And thinkin' uv a cummin' time, You bet yer bottum dollar, When ice wud cuver up the Lake And wintry blasts wud holler. He didn't want ter advertise— He ain't that kind uv feller; He didn't even giv a wink Or let out a faint smeller; He just went 'round alookin' wise And feelin' kinder meller; Fur what looked like a dum fool hole, Wuz Eddy's bum proof celler. But what's the use uv talkin' boys, Fur Eddy's a real feller, Let's all uv us go over now And see if he is meller Fur, when yer kinder thirsty like, You won't find Eddie yeller. While some folks like Ed's parlor floor, Oh Boy—fur me his celler. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ROUEN; 26 APRIL - 25 MAY 1915 by MAY WEDDERBURN CANNAN MOLLY PITCHER [JUNE 28, 1778] by LAURA ELIZABETH HOWE RICHARDS ETUDE REALISTE by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE THE PROMETHEUS VINCTUS OF AESCHYLUS by AESCHYLUS TRANQUIL HABIT by AUGUSTE ANGELLIER NOT DEAD, BUT GONE BEFORE by ANTIPHANES THE OLD FERRYMAN by ANTIPHILUS OF BYZANTIUM NELL COOK; A LEGEND OF THE 'DARK ENTRY': THE KING'S SCHOLAR'S STORY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |