Walter de la Mare

(1873 - 1958 / Kent / England)

Bones


Said Mr. Smith, “I really cannot
Tell you, Dr. Jones—
The most peculiar pain I’m in—
I think it’s in my bones.”

Said Dr. Jones, “Oh, Mr. Smith,
That’s nothing. Without doubt
We have a simple cure for that;
It is to take them out.”

He laid forthwith poor Mr. Smith
Close-clamped upon the table,
And, cold as stone, took out his bones
As fast as he was able.

Smith said, “Thank you, thank you, thank you,”
And wished him a good-day;
And with his parcel ‘neath his arm
He slowly moved away.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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  • William Jones (2/21/2005 11:26:00 AM)

    Walter de la Mare (AKA Walter Ramal) with this single piece of pseudohomorous poetry has convinced me that he has yet to be surpassed as the master of shocking rhyme. (Report) Reply

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