I was takin' off my bonnet One arternoon at three, When a hinseck jumped upon it As proved to be a flea. Then I takes it to the grate, Between the bars to stick it, But I hadn't long to wait Ere it changed into a cricket. Says I, "Surelie my senses Is a-gettin' in a fog!" So to drown it I commences, When it halters to a frog. Here my heart began to thump, And no wonder I felt funky; For the frog, with one big jump, Leaped hisself into a monkey. Then I opened wide my eyes, His features for to scan, And observed, with great surprise, That that monkey was a man. But he vanished from my sight, And I sunk upon the floor, Just as missus with a light Come inside the kitching door. Then, beginnin' to abuse me, She says, "Sarah, you've been drinkin'!" I says, "No, mum, you'll excuse me, But I've merely been a-thinkin'. "But as sure as I'm a cinder, That party what you see A-gettin' out the winder Have developed from a flea!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRING NOTES FROM ROBIN HILL by HAYDEN CARRUTH DEAF HOUSE AGENT by KATHERINE MANSFIELD DOMESDAY BOOK: THE JURY DELIBERATES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: PENNIWIT, THE ARTIST by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SONG OF AUTUMN by PAUL VERLAINE THE CHIMNEY SWEEPER, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE |