SIMPLE Simon met a pieman, Going to the fair; Says Simple Simon to the pieman, Let me taste your ware. Says the pieman to Simple Simon, Show me first your penny; Says Simple Simon to the pieman, Indeed I have not any. Simple Simon went a-fishing, For to catch a whale; All the water he had got Was in his mother's pail. Simple Simon went to look If plums grew on a thistle; He pricked his fingers very much, Which made poor Simon whistle. He went for water in a sieve But soon it all fell through; And now poor Simple Simon Bids you all adieu. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PASSION AND LOVE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR HER LETTER by FRANCIS BRET HARTE CONTENTED MIND by JANE (HUGHES) BRERETON MY DWELLING by FRANCES HALLEY BROCKETT PORTRAIT OF THE ARTIST AS A GHOST by ALTER BRODY CIVILIZATION by E. P. BROWNING BALLAD OF A GRAY CLOAK by ELIZABETH BUELL IMPROMPTU ON MRS. RIDDEL'S BIRTHDAY by ROBERT BURNS LINES ADDRESSED TO THE REV. J.T. BECHER by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |