A Nonsense Anthology Part 44

How very sad it is to think Our poor benighted brother Should have his head upon one end, His feet upon the other.

_Anonymous_.

_THE BOY_

Down through the snow-drifts in the street With bl.u.s.tering joy he steers; His rubber boots are full of feet And his tippet full of ears.

_Eugene Field_.

 

_THE SEA_

Behold the wonders of the mighty deep, Where crabs and lobsters learn to creep, And little fishes learn to swim, And clumsy sailors tumble in.

_Anonymous_.

_THERE WAS A LITTLE GIRL_

There was a little girl, And she had a little curl Right in the middle of her forehead.

When she was good She was very, very good, And when she was bad she was horrid.

One day she went upstairs, When her parents, unawares, In the kitchen were occupied with meals And she stood upon her head In her little trundle-bed, And then began hooraying with her heels.

Her mother heard the noise, And she thought it was the boys A-playing at a combat in the attic; But when she climbed the stair, And found Jemima there, She took and she did spank her most emphatic.

_H. W. Longfellow_.

FIN DE SIeCLE

The sorry world is sighing now; _La Grippe _is at the door; And many folks are dying now Who never died before.

_Newton Mackintosh_.

MARY JANE

Mary Jane was a farmer's daughter, Mary Jane did what she oughter.

She fell in love--but all in vain; Oh, poor Mary! oh, poor Jane!

_Anonymous_.

TENDER-HEARTEDNESS

Little Willie, in the best of sashes, Fell in the fire and was burned to ashes.

By and by the room grew chilly, But no one liked to poke up Willie.

_Col. D. Streamer_.

IMPETUOUS SAMUEL

Sam had spirits naught could check, And to-day, at breakfast, he Broke his baby sister's neck, So he sha'n't have jam for tea!

_Col. D. Streamer_.

MISFORTUNES NEVER COME SINGLY

Making toast at the fireside, Nurse fell in the grate and died; And, what makes it ten times worse, All the toast was burned with Nurse.

_Col. D. Streamer_.

AUNT ELIZA

In the drinking-well (Which the plumber built her) Aunt Eliza fell,-- We must buy a filter.

_Col. D. Streamer_.

SUSAN

Susan poisoned her grandmother's tea; Grandmamma died in agonee.

Susan's papa was greatly vexed, And he said to Susan, "My dear, what next?"