"BEDAD, that hurt!" and Patrick held A bleeding finger up to view. Erstwhiles he'd poked up shrimps and such To see just what the things would do. The Irishman's patrons gathered 'round; But not with sympathy — they laughed At Paddy's little turtle scrape — And, while the reptile crawled, they chaffed. "Howld on, I want to know pfwhere is "His head," says Paddy's Irish tongue, "And pfwhere's his tail?" "Why so?" says one. "To know if I am bit or shtung!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A DEAD LOVER by LOUISE BOGAN APPELLATE JURISDICTION by MARIANNE MOORE WALT WHITMAN by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |