Henry King Poem by Hilaire Belloc

Henry King

Rating: 3.2


The Chief Defect of Henry King
Was chewing little bits of String.
At last he swallowed some which tied
Itself in ugly Knots inside.

Physicians of the Utmost Fame
Were called at once; but when they came
They answered, as they took their Fees,
"There is no Cure for this Disease.

"Henry will very soon be dead.''
His Parents stood about his Bed
Lamenting his Untimely Death,
When Henry, with his Latest Breath,

Cried, "Oh, my Friends, be warned by me,
That Breakfast, Dinner, Lunch, and Tea
Are all the Human Frame requires...''
With that, the Wretched Child expires.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Glenn Baker 10 March 2011

A great poem full of mockery. There is much truth in this fantasy.

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Arthur Martin 02 June 2008

I learned this as a child and have never forgotten it. Strange the things we remember

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Ratnakar Mandlik 27 October 2016

An excellent poem full of mockery and fun, penned in lighter vein. Thanks for sharing it here.

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Catherine so 28 March 2022

It's a good poem

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Sue Scott 05 December 2020

Had to learn this poem, as a Brownie for my entertainers badge in 1969.

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Olwen née Thomas 07 September 2020

I will be 90 Oct 2020.i remember the first lines from Chichester High School (Sussex) in 1941!

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Karla 28 July 2018

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Teddy Kinyanjui 28 October 2017

what could be another title for the poem

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hi 07 October 2021

string

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