WHEN I was a little boy I lived by myself, And all the bread and cheese I got I laid upon a shelf. The rats and the mice They made such a strife, I had to go to London town And get me a wife. The streets were so broad And the lanes were so narrow, I was forced to bring my wife home In a wheelbarrow. The wheelbarrow broke And my wife had a fall, Farewell wheelbarrow, Little wife and all. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PRAYER AT SUNRISE by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON VICTORY IN DEFEAT by EDWIN MARKHAM IN THE GARDEN AT THE DAWN HOUR by EDGAR LEE MASTERS HITS AND RUNS by CARL SANDBURG ELEGY: THE LAMENT OF EDWARD BLASTOCK; FOR RICHARD ROWLEY by EDITH SITWELL |