That deaf old man With his hand to his ear -- His hand to hi head stood out like a shell, Horny and hollow. He said, "I can't hear," He muttered, "Don't shout, I can hear very well!" He mumbled, "I can't catch a word; I can't follow." Then Jack with a voice like a Protestant bell Roared -- "Particulars! Farmhouse! At 10 quid a year!" "I dunno wot place you are talking about." Said the deaf old man. Said Jack, "What the Hell!" But the deaf old man took a pin from his desk, picked a piece of wool the size of a hen's egg from his ear, had a good look at it, decided in its favour and replaced it in the aforementioned organ. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE IMPOSSIBLE INDISPENSIBILITY OF THE ARS POETICA by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE SACHEM OF THE CLOUDS (A THANKSGIVING LEGEND) by ROBERT FROST ABOVE HALF MOON by JAMES GALVIN OMNIPRESENCE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |