'LL where in the world my eyes has bin -- Ef I hain't missed that train ag'in! Chuff! and whistle! and toot! and ring! But blast and blister the dasted train! -- How it does it I can't explain! Git here thirty-five minutes before The durn thing's due! -- and, drat the thing! It'll manage to git past -- shore! The more I travel around, the more I got no sense! -- To stand right here And let it beat me! 'Ll ding my melts! I got no gumption, ner nothin' else! Ticket Agent's a dad-burned bore! Sell you a ticket's all they keer! -- Ticket Agents ort to all be Prosecuted -- and that's jes' what! -- How'd I know which train's fer me? And how'd I know which train was not? Goern and comin' and gone astray, And backin' and switchin' ever'-which-way! Ef I could jes' sneak round behind Myse'f, where I could git full swing, I'd lift my coat, and kick, by jing! Till I jes' got jerked up and fined! -- Fer here I stood, as a durn fool's apt To, and let that train jes' chuff and choo Right apast me -- and mouth jes' gapped Like a blamed old sandwitch warped in two! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LITTLE BLACK-EYED REBEL by WILLIAM MCKENDREE CARLETON THE EARL O' QUARTERDECK by GEORGE MACDONALD THE HUNTER'S SONG by WILLIAM BASSE BLESS THE BLESSED MORN by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR A DIALOGUE ABOUT COMPELLING A PERSON TO TAKE OATHS TO THE GOVERNMENT by JOHN BYROM |